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vkandis-son.livejournal.com

From a distance, they were just three students waiting for transport. The dog, the cat, and the horse were unusual additions, but not completely bizarre.

Get closer, and one would realise it was a uniquely Fandom group.

One priest, one demon hunter, one Tarkheena and one Avatar, along with a horse and a dog who'd both recently spent time as humans. The transport they were waiting for wasn't a bus or a taxi, but rather a swirling multi-coloured portal.

It spun into life and Altra led the way as Aravis, Dean, and Karal, along with Ata and Trenor, moved between worlds into Valdemar.

[ooc: Establishy. Everyone modded with permission, and her ~~little~~ big dog, too.]

endsthegame

The raft was almost done now; just one more log to fasten securely, and it'd probably be water-worthy. Ender wasn't in any hurry to do it, though. He was hoping his friend (or close to a friend, whatever quality the word had taken on at this point his life) would show up, and so he didn't hurry, wrapping the rope around his hand to keep it all neatly together.

He had time to sit, and focus on the waves, rolling gently up the beach.

[ ender is here for one, but it's an open beach ]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

"I must leave soon," Solaris murmured, glancing down at Altra.

The beach was peaceful, the intermittent rains held at bay for the moment, and two Sun-priests stood looking out over the ocean, one through the eyes of the Firecat sitting by his feet. "I know," Karal replied.

Solaris had arrived before dawn, accompanied only by Hansa, and they had made their way, priests and Firecats, to the clearing in the preserve, the one Karal had come to think of as his. Together, they had said the Dawn Rites, and the light that filled the clearing was brighter and warmer than any nearly-winter morning should rightly be.

"I'm grateful that you came," he continued, entirely at peace. "What do you think of the ocean?"

"Incredible," Solaris replied. "Simply incredible."

Karal smiled, remembering the first time he'd seen the great expanse of the sea, and they stood together in silent companionship, listening to the waves and enjoying the tranquillity of the morning.

[ooc: The beach, it is an open place, and welcomes all, but Karal and Solaris are here just for one, please.]

Current Mood: at peace

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal had awoken before dawn to pray, reciting the Dawn Rites on the dorm roof, and now he and Altra were walking along the beach. They had returned from Valdemar with the problem of Veren unresolved and it was worrying at him.

Six months ago, he'd have been riding Trenor, finding peace in the time spent with his horse; now, all he could do was walk. It didn't help.

Something else might, though. When he reached Ender's raft, he sat in front of it, pondering it through Altra's eyes. After a minute, he started wrapping rope around the joins.

It was nowhere near as distracting as riding, doing little to clear his mind, but it helped a little.

[ooc: Specifically for one but open to all!]

endsthegame

Ender had found his fair share of jobs to keep his hands busy. It still wasn't enough, and mornings granted him too much silence, of the kind that was discomfiting rather than comfortable, the kind that made him move.

He wanted something simple for those mornings. And that was what found him on the beach early in the morning, early enough for sunrise to have only just set in, a set of wooden poles scattered across his little corner of it all. He had some rope, and he had some tools.

It was stupidly, feverishly sentimental, but that wasn't something he minded right now.

Slowly, surely, Ender Wiggin started to work on his raft for the first morning in a long string of them.

[ ender is mostly here for one, but still open if anyone wants to have at ]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Perhaps being out and about wasn't the safest of options, but Karal needed to walk, to be out in the fresh air, and they were being cautious.

Altra paced in front of them while Karal told Evey of what had happened in Special Collections today. "And I would be just as happy to never have a need to go in there again," he finished, twining his fingers with Evey's.

[ooc: Just for one. Oh, and for another one, too.]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Mayor Summers and Principal Winchester stood on the platform, the former crossing his arms and scowling somewhat at the back of the room. When he got up to the stand, though, that wore off.

"Welcome," he said, once everyone had entered, "I'd rather have had my first town meeting on more of an up note, but that's not in the cards. You might have noticed the arrival of another island off our shores. They aren't friendlies. Stay away from the island to the best of your ability. Don't pick fights unless you have to." He scraped his throat. "They are currently trying to hold us hostage. We're not going to let that happen."

He nodded at Zoe. "Principal Winchester?"

Zoe was trying to keep her expression neutral, in the hope that if she stayed calm, everyone else would as well. "The inhabitants of the other island want this one as their own, and their leaders have come up with a...plan of sorts for deciding who gets to stay. It's a tournament, us versus them, with chosen fighters from each side."

"After careful consideration," she said, glancing at Cable before looking back to the crowd, "we have decided that agreeing to their request is the best course of action."

"You'll find the list of chosen fighters at the door," Cable continued, fluidly, his face set as impassive as it got-- which was pretty much totally. "But have faith-- no matter how this tournament goes, they're not going to take this island, and you'll hear from us again soon enough."

[ open to all! ]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal had woken early this morning, well before sunrise, and after saying the Dawn Rites had wandered down into town.

A pot of tea and a comfortable seat by the window, Altra curled next to him with a belly full of cream, was a pleasant way to while away the time until he had to go and open the library. He had deliberately set aside everything that had been filling his thoughts over the past week, and was simply enjoying the morning.

[ooc: Karal is waiting for someone, though he doesn't yet know it, but the Perk is open for your perkly or priestly needs.]

perfectmissyork.livejournal.com

The past few weeks of work were finally coming to a head, and Charlotte was both nervous and excited and getting herself worked up into a frenzy with making sure everything was perfect. She couldn't help feeling an overwhelming sense of satisfaction with the exhibit, though. The turnout wasn't huge, but nicely manageable and thankfully not small by any measure. Some of the work was a bit amateurish, but she had to admit to being pretty blown away by a few of the others.

By the time eight o'clock rolled around and the doors were open, the gallery was set up in a display of the pieces by artist, and the usual spread of treats and drinks were available in another area of the room. Charlotte, dressed in a vibrant red, milled around the gallery to make sure everything was in order and all the guests were enjoying the exhibit. She was also keeping an eye out for the artists of certain pieces, since she was very eager to potentially meet them.

The Community Showcase Exhibit was open!

[[ ~~or will be, once I get the very extensive OCD up!~~ It's up! Enjoy! ]]

arjiki-diamonds.livejournal.com

As is perhaps expected, Fiyero is sitting at the front desk and browsing his copy of the play, jotting down notes in the column.

He'd like to do well with it, so it only makes sense that he'd review his lines as much as possible.

{{OOC: OCD-free!}}

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was quiet as he and Evey walked along the beach, Altra pacing in front of them and staying well away from the water.

He'd been quiet most of the day, thinking over what had happened in the Doctor's class.

[ooc: Karal and Evey's thread locked to them, please, but it's an open beach.]

perfectmissyork.livejournal.com

In retrospect, Charlotte was thinking that perhaps, after his little display of his ability to hammer well, she should lightly pester Kevin into flexing those carpentry muscles to build something...anything...for the exhibit, especially since there had been no submissions yet. Sure, it was still a few days until the deadline, but she was a little paranoid polly and it made her flail a little bit. Maybe she should extend it, wait until next week to do the exhibit...

...The usual Sunday tea that was set out for guests was being constantly rearranged out of all of Charlotte's fidgeting.

The York Gallery is open!

ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com

It wasn't unusual for Adah to be ready for what she needed to do before it needed to be done or, in this current situation, before she could do it. Most of her things had been shipped for convenience, so Adah sat at the base of a tree in the park with one simple, small suitcase beside her and a notebook in her lap. She had a bit still until her cab should arrive at the causeway to take her to the airport for her flight back to Georgia and back in 1963, but that suited her just fine. It gave her a chance to work on one final tribute to Fandom as she passed the few, slowly dragging hours that remained. Sitting, and sketching. Wildlife, but not the birds or plants that took form in her usual sketches. No, she was sketching squirrels today, many of them. And all of them dying horrible, realistically scribbled deaths.

It was analeptic, really, interrupted only occassionally by a slight sigh and a lift of her eyes, casting her gaze around the park as she tried to not think about how much she'd miss this place, before checking her watch again, seeing how long she had, and then returning to her sketching until it was time.

[[ Adah's last post as a student! Open, of course, for any parkly needs but especially any lingering good-byes! I should be mostly around, but I'll likely disappear for just a wee bit for foodishness ]]

Current Mood: hopeful

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal arrived a bit early and took a seat near the window to wait for Jaina, hoping she'd actually arrive as she'd said.

Luckily, the muffled pop every time he shifted on his bubblewrapped chair, and the sound of Altra clawing the bubblewrap off of his, were distracting him from worrying about it.

[ooc: Karal's here to meet Jaina, but the ice creamery is open for all your ice cream or getting lost needs!]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John had spent the previous night in some interesting Australian pubs, eventually stumbling back to the island, drunker and happier than when he'd left.

Instead of finding his cabin, he'd managed to find the beach. Laying out fully clothed at the water's edge, John slowly sobered as he watched the sun rise and burn away the clouds. Maybe it would provide some perspective.

[open beach is open]

Current Mood: drunken

no-archangel.livejournal.com

On the door of the church was the usual note:

Do-it-yourself Sunday Service

Gabriel hade coffee and donuts. Cat had a dead mouse.

[open church!]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

...he'd seen the kids around.

...he'd seen this before. And he knew how this place was.

Geoffrey opened the box office, praying that none of his actors had become children for the weekend. Everything had been going so well.

[ocd ~~coming~~ up!]

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

All in all, the fact that a penguin had found its way into the bar and made it clear that it wanted a scotch on the rocks wasn't all that weird to Jolee.

The fact that the penguin was a violent drunk and tried to bitch-flap Tino, however... That was unexpected. Fortunately Tino was spared a penguin-beat down thanks to the Sanctuary Spell. The penguin ended up on the Causeway, where it made its way back home.

The Help Wanted sign was still up.

[OOC: I don't know. I'm around but may be slow at times due to apartment cleaning.]

solo_sword

Karal and Jaina had agreed to do the ice cream thing before classes started, which really only left today to do it. Which was fine by her, as she was all for the distraction today. Though as she led the way in, holding the door open, she said, "You know, when I suggested this, I didn't think we were going to be here."

[For Karal, but open for all your do-you-really-need-ice-cream-HERE? needs. And Karal is totally wearing a bowler hat and monocle, really.]

Current Mood: cold

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel, who had watched the invading children from the church roof, had been almost disappointed that none of them had come to visit the church. He was good at instilling the fear of God in them. Really.

On the other hand he still had half a box of donuts, all to himself.

[the church is open]

not_in_the_book

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

[OCD is up!]

not_in_the_book

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

The proceedings of PROM.

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

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

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

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal had woken early even for him, slipping quietly out of bed before sunrise and making his way down to the stables.

He perched on a hay bale, drinking tea while Trenor ate his breakfast. He groomed him while that breakfast settled, taking extra care and just enjoying the time with his horse, then turned Trenor out in the stableyard to doze while Karal cleaned his stall.

Leaning on the fence when he was finished, Karal watched him, chuckling when Trenor snorted himself awake. Once he was tacked up, Karal pointed him towards the beach. It was crisp and clean and warm, a perfect day to run, and it wasn't long before they were galloping down the beach, flying over the occasional driftwood log and splashing through the surf.

[ooc: open as a beach is, though I go to sleep soon.]

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

Tino decided to try to deal with Jolee by being insanely drunk this evening. Every time he came near Jolee, though, his buzz started to fade. Stupid Jedi thing, he was sure.

Jolee, meanwhile, just smirked and did a crossword puzzle.

[OOC: I'm around. Mildly distracted, apparently, but around. Huzzah!]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal had been to the Perk.

Karal was caffeinated. Karal was sugared.

Karal was riding Trenor really fast all around the park, racing between the benches and spinning him in tight circles around the trees. Whooping.

Trenor, patient horse that he was, wasn't at all happy, and his patience was starting to fray.

on-her-korhal.livejournal.com

She needed coffee. And a lot of it.

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

She really needed more coffee.

[ open! ]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel smiled to himself, thinking about what Zophael would say if he was to pay him a visit. Not that he was going to. He had a feeling God wouldn't like it, and he wasn't taking any risks right now.

[The church is open]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Another weekend of -- hopefully uninterrupted work. That's all Cable'd asked for, really.

Which is probably exactly why, upon coming down the stairs, he found that his entire stock had, apparently, turned into...

...Something not exactly quite like weapons. Is that a cork gun?

After a second or three of quiet boggle, Cable shook his head, shot Tether a look, said, "Figures," and sat down.

[ the store's not open, but the door's not locked. wee! ]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

The shop opened up unreasonably early-- even for the standards set by Ino. With the Open sign set and the dog at the door, Cable had retreated to his desk with the device he'd cobbled together from the wreckage of the Penetraitor Teleportation Harness, his map, and a bundle of assorted paperwork.

[ open ]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

The waves washed up on the beach. The ceaseless sound of the sea had filled the ears of the temporary residents of the cave as they fell asleep and it was there in the morning, marking the pace of the ocean. Today the sun shone, it's light reflecting and moving with the shifting water. Seabirds cried out, the smell of salt and seaweed was carried with the wind. It was an Easter Sunday morning, just like any other morning by the sea. Danyel drew circles with a stick in the sand, the cat called Altra pacing next to him. He wasn't crying now, but the dried tears from last night made his face sting. His mother wasn't coming back; those who had killed her were.

Then in a second there was a shift, small but noticeable. From across the water a silence approached. The sun seemed brighter; its light appeared to grow stronger. Danyel looked up, frowning but curious. The wind slowed down into stillness, and at first the sea seemed to grow calmer. Then its surface changed to cold, bright white. It was turning to ice. The air was freezing too, stinging Danyel's face even more than the tears.

There were no sounds anymore, as if the bright, cold light was absorbing it. When a figure appeared walking towards them from the horizon, no noise was heard.

Altra looked up and hissed, ears flattened, and he shouldered in front of the boy. :Danyel, run. Get to Anakin.:

Danyel took a step back, then another one. Then he froze, unable to take his eyes off the angel.

( The angel stretched out a hand towards the boy and smiled. )

[NFB, locked to the people in the cave.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

They made it back to Fandom in one Jump, hit the ground near the Causeway, and Altra instantly Jumped them again. Karal barely held onto his nausea, but he never let go of the boy.

When they reappeared in a cave - a nice cave, as caves went, dry and spacious, and he could hear the ocean - he stared around, blinking as Altra created a magelight. "Altra?"

:We're still on the island. If they find us, if they follow us... we need to hide him, and it's not safe for us to be near people. Give the boy to Gabriel and fetch Evey. I'm going after Anakin. I don't know if they can follow our trail, I obscured it as best I could, but we have to assume that they'll be here eventually.:

Karal swallowed hard and nodded, gently pressing Danyel towards Gabriel, and then he turned and ran out of the cave. Altra Jumped out a few seconds later, leaving the glowing blue magelight hanging in the air.

[ooc: NFB, locked to a specific few.]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

The Cat had placed a dead mouse on the altar. Gabriel couldn't help finding this amusing.

[The church is open]

bigdamnprincipal

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

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

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

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

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

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

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin was really, really bored when she opened Caritas. Everyone she usually expected to come into the bar was in freaking Mexico. God.

She amused herself by making up some new drinks, specifically with grenadine, if she could, and writing down the recipes. No reason.

Current Mood: bored

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

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

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel lay sleeping on a pew. The Cat was in complete control of the church.

[The church is open]

on-her-korhal.livejournal.com

It had been a while, but Kerrigan had finally found her way back to her usual spot in the perk, extra-large cup of coffee in her hand. She was in a good mood-- of a kind, staring out the window and humming quietly under her breath.

[ open for all your Kerriganly and/or caffeinated needs ]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

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Andrew was going to wait for everyone outside, but it was cold, so he stepped into the lobby. He really hoped the movie was as good as the reviews he had read.

[ooc: for the date, the chaperons, and the movie going populace at large...]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Okay, it was raining, but only lightly, and there was the occasional break, so Karal had brought Trenor down to the park to graze. They both needed the fresh air, having been cooped up inside all day, and the exercise.

He was laughing as Trenor pretended to shy and spook at a leaf, head up and snorting but never actually pulling on the lead. "You are a very silly horse."

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Somehow, somewhere, in Galahad's attempt to find a ship to take him home, he'd lost his bard.

He needed his bard, his bard was very important.

A bard could go where a knight could not...unless that knight was the bard's guard. Chaucer was his key to safe passage.

When he found himself on the beach, now free of mountain sized talking monsters, he decided it would do for tonight's camp. Plenty of dry wood, with a lee in the rocks that would protect him, Gaiwan, and the fire from the wind and the cold. It was perfect.

No bunny tonight, but as it turned out there were deer in the woods - tiny, strange coloured ones - a haunch of which he set to cooking over the flames.

[ooc: why yes, it's open! Especially for his bard.]

bigbluekitty.livejournal.com

Rex wasn't sure how he'd gotten to the beach or where the now familiar New York skyline was. Maybe Captain Neweyes had transported him here while he was asleep. Eh. These things happen. "Well, could be worse. At least it's not Jersey."

[OOC: ~~Open!~~ Sleeeeeep.]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew had a stack of books and printouts sitting on the counter.

Not for the first time that day, he asked himself, "Why is jet propulsion so confusing?"

The Magic Box was open!

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was early, of course, sitting on one of the couches, sipping tea and trying not to be nervous. He was slightly concerned that, having ~~handwavily~~ called Evey, invited her to come out with him, in the evening, and to the Perk, she might think he meant this to be a date.

Which he didn't. But she might think it was, and he hadn't been very clear and...Sunlord. Drinking more tea was definitely in order.

[ooc: Karal's here to meet Evey, but open for all your perkly or nervous priest needs.]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

The Cat had returned and was playing with a dead mouse in the aisle. Gabriel felt a little disturbed by the fact that it felt comforting, and also by him feeling comforted by anything. Still, it was better than feeling cold. He decided he needed another coffee.

[The church is open. Also, my internet is back!]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

The sun rose, the clouds parted briefly to let it shine through onto the beach, and Karal stretched to his feet. He'd been awake all night, was beyond tired, but despite that, he felt alive, energised, and he beamed as he stretched.

"This is going to be a good year," he announced, walking down to the water's edge. Altra grumbled a sleepy protest behind him and put his paws over his head.

Karal simply laughed at him and dodged a wave. "It is, you'll see. Glory, it's going to be wonderful."

Ignoring Altra's muttered imprecations about the bad things that happened to those who were cheerful in the mornings, he began the Morning Prayer, welcoming the first day of the new year to Fandom.

[ooc: can be open if you like.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

There was a bonfire on the beach, burning merrily against the darkness.

Karal had spent the hours before sunset gathering wood, arranging it carefully so it would catch easily and burn well, and now he sat, wrapped in his cloak, watching the fire.

Altra sat next to him - well, sprawled on a blanket next to him - grooming a paw. :You're going to stay here all night.: It wasn't really a question.

"Until dawn," he replied, glancing down at the 'cat. "As is the tradition."

It was the vigil against the darkness, to ensure the time between one year and the next passed smoothly. In Karse, it would have been held in the great Temple, by a convocation of Sun-priests, novices, and acolytes, but here there was only him.

"Luckily it's only a small island," he whispered, head tipped back to smile up at the stars.

[ooc: it is totally open if anyone wants.]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel had tried to avoid people over Christmas. If they tried to be cheerful it was just to make up for the rest of the year. Instead he had caught a few mice and enjoyed watching the cat play with them. It seemed like they might have something in common after all.

[The church is open]

Current Mood: amused

spring-lost.livejournal.com

So it was the holidays, and almost no one seemed to be home-- Cable opened the store in the morning anyway.

The number of customers had never really been a particular concern, anyway.

What was a concern, however, was the dawning sense of inevitability (inevitable was one thing he'd rather choose not to believe in, really) that was starting to settle on his shoulders, and he needed to figure it out before it became a real problem.

For the second time since he got here, his focus was turning inwards-- he stalked through the shop, taking up both in the shooting range and the meditation room from time to time.

[ open ]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was standing outside The Perk, clutching his Love Smart notes, and wondering if perhaps he'd finally gone completely mad.

But he felt the need to do this, if only to make a point about Professor Stinson's folly. Or something. At least he'd had the sense to phone a friend. "I think I might be crazy," he said conversationally, starting to unbutton his robes.

Robes were far easier to get into, and out of, than regular clothes. He had a feeling the 'into' was going to take on particular importance very soon.

[ooc:

plz wait for teeny OCD

. Up!]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

It was the perfect day for a flag football game in the park. Lines had been ~~handwavily~~ chalked on the cold ground and would wash away in the next rain or snow. Posters had been ~~handwavily~~ put up to encourage everyone in Fandom to attend.

[ooc: fhfootball is the AIM chatroom for game planning! All football players are welcome!]

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