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Eric was used to being feared. He liked being feared. He'd been a vampire for close to 2000 years!

So spending a week as a plastic potato with FANGS was not fearsome. At all. And Eric had spent the last week ~~sulking about it~~ brooding over it.

Fortunately, he'd come up with an amazing solution to reinforcing his awesomeness and simulateous need to be feared: an axe-throwing section attached to the club.

"Now the DJs will stop playing ABBA," he said pointedly at the DJ as he threw an axe straight into the center of the target. "Or face consequnces."

There was a new sign up on the door:

COME THROW AXES!
(NOT AT EACH OTHER*)

*Exceptions may be made. Inquire with management BEFORE attempting murder.

texted3times

When one was a thousand year old vampire, one did not go to dances with 15 year old children.

But one could lurk in the dark shadows of the park around Halloween, lounge against a tree in a leather jacket and tight pants and just look a little bit tempting and wrong.

Around Halloween, that was practically traditional vampire behavior, really.

texted3times

There was a sign on the door:

Apparently some of you aren't used to seeing dead people
Drinks 20 percent off if it freaked you out
Drinks 40 percent more if you whine to me about it

This was Eric trying to be sympathetic. He was...rusty at it.

[OOC: Holy crap, Eric exists!]

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]

bitten_notshy

"I know you missed me," Jack teased Tiny as he stashed his coat and hat and rolled up his sleeves for a day's work. "But yesterday was a drop-dead date on something for school, so I switched my shift for the week."

Tiny ... grunted. He was a barkeep of few words, and he didn't see the point of worrying about Jack's exact whereabouts to begin with.

In other words, it was another normal Monday at the Devil's Nest. It just happened to be a Monday that took place on Tuesday.

justlurkinghere

Derek got in a little ~~ha!~~ earlier than normal to the bar to get some things set up for the party apparently planned there.

Which basically meant a few tables and chairs were moved.

He wasn't Pinkie, okay? Be very glad for that. No one needed that much glitter in The Devil's Nest.

allie-vamp.livejournal.com

Allie got into work to find Tiny barricaded behind the bar while four gremlins played Cards Against Humanity in the lounge.

Apparently it was going to be one of those kind of nights.

bitten_notshy

In honor of Cinco de Mayo, Tiny was dressed in a serape and a sombrero while the DJ played mariachi music. Jack tried to tell them that was offensive stereotyping, but only got an eyeroll and a sombrero dropped on his head for his troubles.

He glowered from under the sombrero for the rest of the night. The sign outside the club read:

Feliz Cinco de Mayo!
Special: Bottomless Margaritas
(as long as you don't annoy us.)

Jack felt that final comment added a nice touch.

[OOC: Open club, no OCD!]

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.]

icecoldfrost

The DJ had decided that today was Dupstep Night.

It was entirely possible that Emma was debating the pros-and-cons of killing him with her brain. There was even a list, and yes, the PRO column had more entries in it at the moment. In fact, Emma hadn't found a downside at all... she'd probably come up with one eventually.

The Devil's Nest was open, Tiny is serving, and hostess is contemplating making the DJ think he's a rabbit.

endsthegame

It was a Fandom tradition that went back... well, at the very least several years: graduation brunch, offering visitors and locals alike the best food available on the island.

There was a banner that stretched from tree to tree declaring CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2013 in big glittery letters. There were tables full of ~~moddable~~ food and drink. There were happy decorations in blue and yellow and a long series of picnic tables for people to sit at and mingle.

And then there was the bit at the end where Mayor Swanson was barbecuing an entire pig's worth of food. Uh... Yeah.

[[ ocd up! | Mingling | Food and Drink | Tables and Chairs | Edges of the Park | OOC ]]

bitten_notshy

Biotics with supercharged amps might not have gotten hangovers, but werewolves assuredly did. Dehydration and a metabolism that ran a bit faster and hotter than normal were not friends.

Jack's mouth was still cotton as he got to the club. He shuddered to look at the liquor bottles, shuddered again at the insipid mix of '90s dance music the DJ was playing today, and called Sam Traynor before starting on the week's paperwork.

vanillajello

Inside one of the previously abandoned warehouses was now a club. A virtual reality club, to be exact, with lots of neon lights in green and purple, and virtual reality glasses abound, through which you could see a virtual reality... with 8-bit graphics. But still! (Don't ask where all the stuff had come from. It was better if you just didn't ask.) And behind the bar, there was a woman: super blonde, in tight shiny clothes, with long gloves on her hands and a collar around her neck.

You might even get in without being Swedish! But Katerin might not let you participate in a VR race if you're not.

[open!]

not_mandonna

Today Max and Tiny were collaborating on a project.

Max was searching online for the exact recipe for the Thanksgiving stuffing his friend Jane usually made, and Tiny was begrudgingly offering feedback on what did and did not look tasty. Of course, little did Max know that Jane had invented her own stuffing recipe, so all of his and Tiny's stomach-rumbling and wistful looks at the images of food on the screen were for naught.

And okay, so maybe it wasn't really collaborating. Tiny didn't seem happy about helping, and Max was only getting him to do it by means of whining quite a bit. All the same, it was important work. Kind of. If you squinted.

The Devil's Nest was open!

bitten_notshy

The last night of the moon was always a bit easier for Jack; the pull was fading, and he felt generally well enough to go to work. And he assumed Alcide and Scott were both home or well on their way, which would make things easier tonight.

He checked the inventory, then started sorting through the mail. Eric got a surprising number of political solicitations for someone who wasn't even technically alive. Jack considered the letters, but decided there was no reason to encourage donations to anyone until he had a firmer grasp on the politics of Eric's world.

As he worked, he heard Tiny come in to set up for his shift and start grumbling something about cucumbers and holy water. He decided it was better he didn't know.

nottrivial

Well, yesterday had been a big day full of catching up with loved ones, but today there were real activities planned! Although it had drizzled a bit the night before, by now the grass was dry and ready to be socialized on, almost as if Fandom knew that Student Council hadn't thought through a Plan B in case of rain and had decided to make things easier on them. The island was thoughtful that way. Now it was sunny and warm, and probably the best weather they'd had in a few weeks. You're welcome, parents.

Even if any of the guests had somehow ~~been deliberately shielded from~~ missed the signs about the field day in the park today, it was pretty easy to spot, what with all the brightly colored flags marking different stations, the big stage with a karaoke machine set up, the probably-larger-than-necessary buckets of station-specific equipment like balls and water balloons, and, of course, the picnic benches and food tables for anyone who just wanted to watch. Everything was perfect, assuming that whoever had commandeered the karaoke machine wasn't completely awful, so hopefully all the families would have a good time!

[[ocd up!]]

texted3times

There was a neatly printed sign on the front door of the Devil's Nest tonight:

DON'T CARE HOW MUCH YOUR RELATIVES SUCK. IF YOU'RE NOT 21, YOU'RE NOT DRINKING ALCOHOL HERE.
--The Management.

Tiny was behind the bar and Eric was hiding in his usual spot in the VIP section, texting rapidly to Pam (who was trying to explain why she wasn't coming this weekend). Like...finger-blurringly rapidly. That's normal, right?

gameinprogress.livejournal.com

This would not by far be the only place resistance members were meeting today, but for those who were, there was this: a cache full of weapons, food and drink, some of Ender's tranquilizer in dart and in syringe form, and two Wiggins bustling around as they prepared for the coming fight.

Or rather, Ender's coming fight.

"These are my people too," Peter snapped. "I should be out there."

"You're not a combatant," Ender retorted. "And if I get killed, we're going to need you."

"They're going to need me," Peter said. "You would be dead."

"Don't argue with me," Ender told him.

Peter's eyes narrowed. "Edge of town, you said?"

"Yeah," Ender replied, and turned his back on Peter as the other boy stomped off. (Peter had snagged some things along the way, confident that Ender wasn't paying attention, but he obviously wasn't going to bring that up.)

"So the key to getting the Detention barriers down seems to be in Locker 327," Ender said, several hours later. "Getting into that locker is going to be top priority. I don't care what places you people raid or what people you shake down to get the combination - just do it."

Apparently that was to be the extent of his rousing speech.

[[ for any last-minute preparations, delivery of instructions, and/or actual rousing speeches. ]]

gameinprogress.livejournal.com

They would have to take more of the heavy hitters out of the equation.

Ender knew that much.

Tony had been too wary to get too close to, but there was a chance they could pull him aside eventually. That wouldn't amount to much, though; he was just one player. But it would be something.

Ender sighed, leaning back in his seat in his little makeshift room. They had put up a deadline because he knew that without it, people would continue to be scattered in their efforts, and prone to give in to desperation. The downside of this was that they had a deadline, and time was ticking, and while Peter had mentioned some promising ideas coming in...

"I could have used you here, Bean," he murmured.

The large expanse of the mostly-empty attic was dimly lit, with scattered old boxes here and there. He could hear Peter tinkering with his desk in the next room, but that was that. Quiet.

[[ open, both for talking-to-Wiggins and talking-to-one-another purposes. FB for resistance. ]]

goneaviking.livejournal.com

The house was abandoned.

It was hardly the only one - there were many places on Fandom that had seen better, or at least more occupied, days. Here, the stairs creaked, the floors sighed, and the boards against the windows kept the moonlight from streaming in.

Quiet. Empty.

Well. Unless you looked closer, turned the right doorknob, went through the right entrance, then down. Then, you might have the luck of finding Peter Wiggin, bent over his desk, still operational after all this time, the holograph's light dimmed to avoid attracting too much attention.

What he was looking at was a map.

"I'm telling you," he said, "It's got to be now. It's been a few weeks since the new batch came in. Enough time for them to be processed - but not enough for them to know the lay of the land. I might not be the resident tactical expert, but even I know an opening when I see one."
( wherein planny discussion happens )
[NFI, For-Resistance-Reporting-Only, Establishy, Offer Void in Quebec.]

vanillajello

Calculating a multiversal time difference was tricky when math had not been your strong suit in the first place. See, Kate had grabbed a portal right after work without even changing her clothes first (though she did have a summery dress tucked in her bag), because she'd come to the conclusion that that was the only way she'd even make it to the party.

But she had to admit she hadn't been terribly surprised to come to Fandom and realize she was hours early. This crap happened all the time.

So, there was a SkyKans flight attendant at the Perk, now, buying an iced coffee (and yes, they were finally serving her without side-eyeing her – possibly because she was obviously allowed to handle caffeine at her work as well) before taking a seat at a table by the window to figure out what she wanted to do with this extra time.

[ooc: Kate is here mainly for a prearranged chance encounter, but the post is open, naturally!]

forhisfriends.livejournal.com

Disregarding last year's meadfest with their friends the Vikings, it was a fine Fandom tradition that the graduation day was followed up by a grad brunch on Sunday, and this year was no exception.

The weather was okay, and a feast had been laid out in the park. A banner spelling out CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2012 hung from the trees, and there were tables and chairs spread all around, some covered by tents and some not. And at the center of it all, naturally as at any good Fandom event, were the tables of ~~moddable~~ foods and drinks.

Even cake. Fandom High graduation ceremonies might have been things of surprise dropbear terror, but the school did take care of its own when it came to food. It was a very good time for the graduates, along with their classmates, friends and families, not to mention random townsfolk, to gather and celebrate yet another class making its way through the challenge knowns as high school.

[ocd up! | Mingling | Food and Drink | Tables and Chairs | Edges of the Park | OOC]

lockestheway

Portals elsewhere might break, send you to the wrong planet, or leave you hanging; this one was forever faithful to its own schedule.

Sadly, for those denizens of the island who might have grown attached to their children, that meant it was time to say goodbye. The portal popped up blazing purple in the center of the park, calling to those it had taken here just a few days ago.

Time to go, time to go home, children.

[[ for your AU kidlet goodbyes! Sniff. ]]

vanillajello

Dorian had still been sleeping when Kate had slipped out of the hotel room. See, she had a quest, and that quest was to acquire all the best breakfast foods from around town for him for a Monday morning feast, because as much as she didn't want to think about it, this was probably going to be their last day together.

But there was still plenty of it left. And somewhere between JGoB (mmm, donuts) and the Perk, she'd been surprised to run into Christian this early, but that had been cleared up with a shrug and an "I was hungry". Of course he was hungry. All her children seemed to have inherited her bottomless stomach for sweets. He'd unsurprisingly tagged along with her to the Perk, and she couldn't say she minded. Wasn't every day you got to sit at a table by the window at your favorite coffee place, taking phone photos of your teenaged son as he stuffed his face with muffins.

Well, not if you were Kate, at least. Maybe this quest was going to take a little longer than anticipated.

[Ooopen, for all your Kate/egotastic demigod spawn/general Perk needs!]

stykera

Stark had watched Glitz consume what he was charitably describing as an unhealthy amount of bacon-covered pizza not long ago. But the boy was still hungry, as was Ziya, and he'd promised them cupcakes.

And Stark, being Stark, took promises about cupcakes very seriously. He took other promises seriously as well, but those simply weren't relevant to the narrative at this time.

Now Stark and his glowy and blue alternate universe offspring were at JGOB examining the selection of baked goods. Glitz's face was pressed up against the glass of the display case.

"I want that one and that one and that one and two of that one and that one and that one and a chocolate one and a cookie and that cookie and one with sprinkles and..."

[Open. If you're tiny, it's very likely Stark will buy you a treat. If you're less tiny, it's still likely he'll buy you something. He likes to spread the joy of baked goods.]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

There was no bouncer at the entrance to the Community Center, all the better for any underclassmen to sneak into the night's festivities and pray that their own official final dance in Fandom would be half so...red. To be technical, the shade was rust.

Thankfully to the more practical among the StuCo Prom Committee, the Mars theme lended itself to plenty of starry twinkle lights and a decadant foggy mist rising from the dance floor that might just help the chaperones in their quest to look the other way when students got too handsy. That was really all that mattered at an event like this. Well, other than the food on hand and the ability for the punch to merge well with whatever spirits were 'accidentally' dropped into over the course of the evening.

For this was a night to be remembered! Even if all that stuck in the memories of the students was the terrifying spacemen floating around the giant papier mache Mars that dangled in place of a disco ball over the dance floor. Or perhaps it would be the fantastic flavor of the fiery fountain of cherry pie filling. Fake fire, of course, but the filling? Totally real and delicious. Even if it looked a little too much like fiery blood for some people.

Welcome to your 2012 Fandom High Senior Prom!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Punch + Pie | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC1 | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: pleased

vanillajello

Two days ago in Fandom time, and about a night ago in Kate-time, Kate had received an alarming text message from Emma. And she was... not dealing with it. She hadn't even managed to bring herself to text Emma back yet, trusting her to send further updates if things changed. Not that Kate even knew anything beyond 'Jack is hurt', except that he was also expected to survive, so... There was really no rush, right? She was telling herself her avoidance was mostly because she'd been busy with work and she needed to be on top of her game now that she was no longer being supervised, but maybe it was more that she was starting to hit a few of her limits when it came to facing all this horrible stuff head on.

This morning, she'd had an early flight to St. Louis where it had turned out she had a few hours to kill, and since she was having trouble staying in one place she'd ended up pulling her coat on over her SkyKans uniform and using the St. Louis Portalocity hub to get to Fandom for a brief visit. You know, to maybe clear her head a bit. Hey, maybe she'd be lucky and it would just be a normal day, even.

That hope, of course, only lasted until she got to the Perk (sending out a few 'I'm at the coffee shop' texts to friends in Fandom on the way) and a barista cautiously asked her if she was okay (probably assessing the smartness of giving her anything with caffeine), and instead of a perfunctory 'I'm fine', what came out of her mouth was singing: "The funeral director is a busy man, he must do the job on time; tape measures, nails and a clawhammer beckon him to bind the wood that grinds. Children, they cry, when they look eye to eye; stay in your home when the undertaker roams your town."

At which point she'd taken her coffee and made her way towards the back, then promptly facepalmed after taking a seat. Right, so it was one of those days. At least it could probably serve as a distraction?

[Ooopen! As usual, if you think you got a text, you did. Yay OMWF!]

chosehumanity

In a stunning display of his own ability to avoid Fandom insanity without even knowing it, Mitchell hadn't been around for the past week. Sure, Nina and George's behavior had become increasingly more erratic, and he was worried - worried enough to stick around for longer than intended.

Still, he was getting back to work. He helped the staff set up the sign in the morning--

Now Showing
Herbert

-- and went inside, poking and prodding through his files so he could come up with a few non-box-officey features for next week.

texted3times

With Jack handing out candy at his residence, Eric took it upon himself to open the Devil's Nest tonight. After all, with a name like "Devil's Nest" not being open for Halloween was probably illegal by island ordinance.

...which reminded Eric to check, just in case.

The club had been dressed to the nines with fake cobwebs and plastic spiders, skeletons in the corners, and other marks of the season.

Eric, after being sure that Tiny wouldn't be making any of the drinks that Sandra Lee had featured in her special (so he'd watched. Shut up), took himself and his swooping cape to his usual corner in the VIP section and drank True Blood with his fangs extended.

It was Halloween. Appearances must be maintained.

[OOC: OCD free today!]

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

As was traditional, the start of the end of Parents' Weekend featured plenty of food, benches, chairs, and coffee in the park. After all, the Student Council couldn't let the parents be weirded out one last time without a feast.

The sky was a little overcast, but the temperatures were still above normal, which was a lucky break for the final day of the weekend.

[OOC: Have fun!]

vanillajello

October 1st, 2011. Kate's 18th birthday. On Fandom, anyway.

That was the big reason she was here, bright and early. She hadn't heard anything from Bod so she assumed she was in the clear as far as Silas showing up was concerned, and this was just another mundane Saturday in early September back in Kansas, so she'd hopped a portal and here she was, heading to the Perk first for a hot chocolate and a muffin for breakfast.

And being her, she sent out a mass text to all her friends she figured would be on the island on this fine Saturday:

eighteen, bitches! holding court at the perk this morning, come say hi if you're not swamped with guests.

She was so not above attention whoring when it was her birthday and her parents wouldn't acknowledge it for another month. She picked a table by the window and settled down to peoplewatch with her treats.

[ooc: Open place in town is open, whether for Kate-bothering or completely unrelated needs! And if you think you may have gotten Kate's text, you did.]

therewaslife

The memories were still gone and he still had no idea who he was. He had no idea where he was and he could barely remember leaving the library and ending up in front of tombstones that held no answers to the secrets that were locked inside his mind. He wanted to cry. He wanted to ask for help but he didn't know who to ask.

He took another step and pain felt like it was splitting his head open. He fell to his knees, holding his head and groaning. Flashes of light lashed through his mind, scraps of visions and memories long gone. There was one though, one that he managed to retain.

There was...a building. And he was there. He was there, standing next to himself. No, his twin. His twin was there and he was crying.

The vision stopped and the pain in his head abated. He was still on the soft, springy ground in the graveyard. He had a twin. He had...someone. But he had no idea what his name was and where he was. He was still alone and that one memory was so painful that he almost wished he hadn't regained it.

[Open, if you're in the area, sure!]

Current Mood: sore

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.]

smartestone

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

Look, at least the food was good, okay?

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

vanillajello

It felt funny to be having her last shift after already having had a goodbye party at work, but that was what Kate was doing now. It would've felt even weirder not to work her last shift, to be honest, when she wasn't actually leaving until tomorrow – a fact which she was trying her hardest not to think about.

Luckily, she had enough things to distract herself with. She reorganized the concessions stand one last time, then wandered around the lobby taking pictures of damn near everything. She'd been ~~handwavily~~ doing that a lot elsewhere around town too, after coming back from her trip to Indonesia. She couldn't help wanting tangible proof she'd actually been here, like it was possible that once in Kansas, she'd start thinking Fandom had all been a wacky dream. Like some Dorothy.

So, she took photographs. She even snapped a few pictures of Box Office Guy, who was trying his hardest to ignore her. He was also still sniffling a bit, though he was meekly claiming it was because of Kate's pick for the day's movie, though that was... not exactly a credible excuse.

NOW SHOWING
Chilling Evening

Sure, it was a vampire flick and she tended to stay away from those these days, but... Somehow, it felt appropriate for her last Fandom days, and it wasn't as if she was going to have to watch it (and she wasn't going to be able to – the main character's mom would make sure of that). Plus, Colin Farrell was hot.

MST3000 was open for business, and totally mourning the fast-approaching loss of its favorite employee.

icecoldfrost

Since it was Emma's last shift, the DJ was being nice and playing actual dance-club music, instead of polka or anything cruel, and Tiny had whipped up virgin margaritas.

The Devil's Nest was open, and Emma was planning on enjoying her last shift as Queen Bee.

chosehumanity

The NOW SHOWING sign said GOODBYE, KATE, which hadn't actually been Mitchell's idea; he'd shown up in the morning to find it already hanging there. Apparently it could be blamed squarely on Box Office Guy, but Mitchell chose not to question him about it.

He did order them about to set up the drinks in a slightly more party-like configuration, put out some bowls of nachos, and promised the staff they'd shut down early to make it a proper party. Sort of.

Incidentally, Mitchell was also heavily repressing the fact that she was leaving. He did things his way, okay?

GOODBYE, KATE
What A Glorious Feeling
I Was A Teenage Teenager
The Thing That Comes Back

Yep. Today, Mystery Sign Theatre was going to party if it killed them.

vanillajello

Second-to-last shift. It was Kate's second-to-last shift at the movie theater barely anyone visited but which she'd grown pretty fond of over her months of being employed. She was still yet to really register that she'd be leaving soon, but still, she couldn't help already looking around a bit like she was memorizing what the view from behind the concessions stand was like.

Sometimes she was stupidly sentimental, and today it was easy to be that way. Yesterday had been good, and she'd come to work straight from her and Bod's little lakeside hideout this morning.

It meant she was wearing yesterday's clothes, but at least she was happy.

NOW SHOWING
Half An Hour or Under

MST3000 was open, for the second-to-last time with this particular girl selling over-priced popcorn and candy.

dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com

Ramona didn't do it often, but girl knew how to throw a party. Granted, at the age of seventeen, she hadn't been to a ton of college parties, but she'd been to enough to emulate them effectively.

She'd gotten to the beach early enough to set up a couple beer pong tables, along with one for flip cup. There were several kegs of (really, really cheap -- might as well go for the full college draw here) beer, and nearby those, she'd placed an assortment of liquors and mixers. There was no bartender or anything for this party -- not only to fit with the theme, but also because Ramona was cheap and practical. See also the traditional red party cups she'd gotten for their drinks!

There were, however, tiki torches and a bonfire, and she'd sprung for festive little umbrellas to go in the drinks. Ramona hadn't really wanted to go totally tropical for this thing, but she'd dressed relatively beachy for her -- she was wearing a sundress, at least, over her swimsuit, and she had a little white flower in her blue hair.

She was determined to make sure Kate didn't miss any of that vital college experience. Because clearly, this was the important stuff.

[up early for sp and to accommodate time zones since SOME people live in like the north pole or whatever! all students (except topher) are welcome!]

bitten_notshy

Jack only had two weeks of this job left, after the current one. And his focus for much of the summer had, sadly, been a bit lacking.

Therefore, he was hip-deep in case files today, trying to document all the things he should have documented by the end of last month. It wouldn't do to come to the end of the summer with no results.

[OOC: Open law office!]

vanillajello

Kate might not have been in as a brilliant a mood as she had yesterday, but it was still okay enough. They were right by Disneyland Paris, come on. It was going to take a little more than a cranky, painkiller-addled BFF-or-possibly-not to entirely wreck her mood. But it had made her a little more pensive than she had been, yesterday. About a lot of things.

She did not count the shifts she had left as she idly straightened up some of the merchandise in the concessions stand.

NOW SHOWING
Aloha Alien

MST3000 was open for business!

vanillajello

Kate was picking up an extra shift this week after having missed yet another one last week. And she was glad that she had, if what little she'd heard of the latest catastrophe held true.

She wasn't thinking much about that. She was trying to ignore every bad thing that might have been lurking around the edges of her mind, holding on to all the good of last week. The movie choice for today reflected that, too.

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Indigo Pacific Island Cluster

Nothing like a little lighthearted Elvis fun to make one keep thinking of Hawaii. MST3000 was open for business, and craving pineapple.

chosehumanity

To say Mitchell was worried about Bo was putting it mildly. He hadn't seen her in days, not after she woke up that morning - and she hadn't answered her phone, either.

But something had shifted that morning, and it wasn't just the Magic Kingdom out in the distance over there. There wasn't anything bad stalking the streets, and the place felt less wrong to his senses. So Mitchell decided to take a chance, and got up early to set up the theatre.

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The Tall & the Fat Marathon

That might have been partly for his own benefit, but Mitchell wasn't about to start brooding about that.

[[ open! ]]

chosehumanity

After a long absence from England, Mitchell had chosen to spend the past week helping George and Nina set up their new... farmhouse in Wales. It'd been sort of nice, if by 'nice' you meant 'rife with long silences and quiet accusations and a blond werewolf practically tearing the place apart', sure.

But now he was back. It was sort of nice, too, in the way that their new surroundings seemed to perfectly mirror how Mitchell felt.

He sighed, and peered up at the sign.

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Terrible Employers

Well. He was definitely hoping this wasn't the staff trying to give him a clue.

[[ open! ]]

vanillajello

Kate was pretty much wearing a permascowl at work today. The week hadn't been great for her, and now? Now she'd had the most ridiculous trouble in getting to work. So, her mood wasn't the greatest.

But at least she'd still shown up. That was something, right? And she was trying to soothe herself by rearranging the concessions stand. The M&M's could be on the left side from now on.

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Ghastly Employers

[ooc: Open, no OCD!]

vanillajello

For once, Kate was in an okay mood upon coming to work. Some of her coworkers weren't, on account of her having missed yet another shift last week, but she paid them no mind. It wasn't like it was her fault she kept getting turned into a cat or yanked away to do shit that was far more important than running the concessions stand hardly anyone visited.

And in any case, she was there now, and that was all that mattered. Not that she seemed to be working too hard, mostly engrossed with some things on her phone and jotting down a list of things on a small notepad.

But hey, she'd picked the movie for today!

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The Feline Reappears

MST3000 was open, and enjoying not being a cat anymore.

notyourpawn.livejournal.com

Well. A bit of chaos always perked Alice's mood considerably. She greatly appreciated her new hat, especially the rather fetching earflaps, and she had caught several pairs of both pink and blue baby booties on her way to work this mornng.

Was that the weather's way of suggesting she ought to be shopping for clothes for the bump? At least now she had a head start on that.

Today would be hat- and shoe-themed, Alice decided. She worked on creating a playlist for that, in order to amuse herself.

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vanillajello

Kate had seriously considered blowing off work today for a day in London. Somehow that hadn't happened, though. She wasn't sure why, because certainly it would have been more fun to be out in the city offending people with her short dress than being stuck at the theater.

But she supposed there was more loyalty hiding in her than she'd thought. Sigh. The marquee got updated, and she took her usual place behind the concessions counter.

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Irresponsible Educator

MST3000 was open for business.

vanillajello

Kate had been away for an entire week, repressing the hell out of the reasons she'd wanted to bolt in the first place. And it had worked. She'd genuinely had fun just hanging out with Bod and her family and unpacking and organizing their room and all the other silly stuff.

But however good she'd felt while away, it all dissolved soon enough once she'd made it to work. She felt on edge, not quite as badly as she had for most of her shift last week, but still twitchy enough to be constantly fiddling with some of the concessions (as if they weren't neat enough) or playing around on her phone (as if she was actually planning to text or call anyone).

Occasionally sneaking in to watch the movie on show today soothed her somewhat, though she had no real idea why. Lord knows a summer blockbuster wasn't meant to do that, but she wasn't going to question it. She'd take anything she could get.

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Emerald Torch

MST3000 was open for business.

vanillajello

Kate was a little thoughtful at work today. Nothing major, just various little things that had her getting distracted from checking the sell-by dates of the goods in the concession stand. Not that those really needed to be checked right now anyway, but it was something to do.

You know, if she'd had the focus to really need to be doing anything. Mostly she just ended up doodling idly into a notebook while she waited to see whether anyone would wander in to see the movie.

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Sensitive Dependence on Initial Conditions

Ashton Kutcher was trying to be serious and MST3000 was open for business.

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