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The park was the site of many a Jaina Solo wedding, so here we all were again! It'd been a couple years at least, okay?

The seats were set up for people to gather and watch on either side of the aisle, and flowers featured ge wily in the decor because someone's idea of weddings was more or less just "flowers," and Jaina and Kennedy were ready to commit to each other for the rest of their lives. (Despite already being married to other people.) (Details.)

It was a beautiful day and surely nothing would spoil it!

solo_sword

Did you know Fandom had train tracks? Well it did now! And Jaina had been sent on a mission from her longtime deputy boss Jake to take out the whatever-a-sleeveens was there.

And there they'd been, betting on the porgs that had been racing around on the trains. So Jaina started to beat them up.

The sleeveens, not the porgs. The porgs were just watching her beat up a bunch of oily shirtless guys covered in glitter, being all badass and stuff.

[Open!]

heroic_jawline

Well. It wasn't the stupidest plan Steve had ever heard of (that one still went to "let's drop a bomb into a hurricane full of sharks!") but if Nina's ~~oh-so-handwavy~~ message about a ritual that involved hand holding and singing and showing that they all had peace and joy and whatever in their hearts, Steve was up for it.

He'd find someone to punch over it later.

So here he was, in the park with song lyrics printed out helpfully for folks who hadn't memorized the song last night, ready to use his very best Captain America is Disappointed in You face to get people to play along with this and hopefully get their people back.

bigdamnprincipal

Although it was definitely getting to be fall, the decent weather was still holding out, and the sun was shining brightly over the setup for the Homecoming Carnival. The Student Council had managed to clear the space for all the booths and games, but once everything was set up, there were still black cats all over the place.

Hopefully, they wouldn't get too close to the dunk tanks, or there would be some angry wet kitties running around.

[OCD is up! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossings | OOC | The Second Post]

bigdamnprincipal

The glittering of the park continued as everything was set up for a nice brunch, so everyone could have one last chance to hang out with their relatives, have a few more awkward introductions, and make people eat some more strange Earth food.

Pancakes, at least, had to be pretty universal, right?

seriesofbaddecisions

Town hall was decked out for homecoming, and there was certainly... a theme. Halloween Under the Sea was definitely a theme that they had come up with.

And it was a theme that was put together by several people not from this universe who didn't know much about Halloween, or what this planet had under its sea.

So there were definitely backdrops of waves lining the walls, and they were decorated with things like fish. Fish that were wearing costumes that had been Googled so that some might have firefighter helmets on, or cat ears. One was very definitely a superhero. Same for the octoroks. And sure, yeah, maybe you had one of these guys on a wall but he was wearing a witch's hat!

There was also plenty of orange and black glitter around, too. Don't worry, they hadn't classed the place up too much.

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!

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! ]]

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

Buffy had showed up at the dance, but then decided to skip out early and hang out in the cemetery like the olden days. She doubted there'd be anything worth staking tonight- hopefully- but given how event weekends had gone in her day, better safe than sorry.

So there she was, sitting on top of a gravestone, waiting for something to happen.

[I missed patrol posts! Open!]

stacyexperiment

Soooo the carnival was out this year, due to that whole murder carnival this summer. But it did bring the arrival of the Homecoming Fall Festival, which was open nice and early for everyone to get playing around and mingling. You might even be enticed to come in just by the dulcet sounds of the zombie band playing at the concert stage. Yeah, that was a thing that was happening.

There was plenty of new fall-themed stuff going on to see and explore, and who doesn't want to catch up with everyone who's come into town for the weekend? Come one, come all, and remember to stick around for the parade! Because this was a town full of stairs and that was gonna be interesting.

Oh and you were almost guaranteed to leave with glitter on your person but you knew this job was dangerous when you took it.

[Food | Tables | Pick a Pumpkin | Petting zoo | Music Stage | Corn maze | Hay bale obstacle course | Homecoming parade | OOC | Post II]

playsforkepesh

The air-conditioning at Portalocity was on the fritz today, leaving the office quite a bit hotter than the temperature outside. Sam fiddled with the machinery after a while -- it was hot, and her uniform was rather heavy and made it even hotter -- but it didn't seem to budge. Naturally, she called a technician, who would apparently be here... at nine tomorrow. Wonderful.

After a while, despairing because of the heat, Sam took her lunch break and bought two desk fans, then ran home and quickly changed into civvies. A skirt and a sheer top, to be exact. Wearing her Alliance uniform at Portalocity had always been more of a personal choice, anyway, and today she was making the personal choice to not burn to death.

She set back up at her desk and switched on both fans, feeling like she'd handled this situation pretty well.

endsthegame

The weather was being kind - perhaps unnaturally so. There was a large gap in the clouds right above Fandom island, sending sunlight streaming down even as the sun made its way towards the horizon.

Perfect time for a beach party. More or less. The organizers were just happy the date they'd picked and put on all the invites looked like it was turning out sunny, okay?

There were coolers with lemonade and... other things, there were beach balls and there was sand: perfect excuse for a party, right?

nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com

It had been made clear to Ron that there was a strange problem going about the island. This problem involved the sudden disappearance of many of the town's residents. Personally, he felt it was rather a matter of personal responsibility, but as the mayor he should make some effort to find them again.

And then advise them all to take some self-defense lessons. Because really now.

Anyway, he'd been scouting the woods for a while now. Rifle in hand, quiet, listening. Watching. So far? No hint of anything. Maybe they were all involved in a cult, like Communism.

...

There was a clearing. There was a very large clearing. Ron could not remember seeing this clearing on any maps. But it was there. And it was full of people-- in various stages of dress (and that dress varied from the weird to the bizarre)-- sprawled across the grass.

"Definitely a cult."

He cleared his throat and backed away. They could deal with... their own business.

[ this is your post-BDE wake-up post! injuries sustained during the BDE can be kept or discarded at your leisure. ]

hasadestiny

Glitter seemed to be a theme of the evening. There was glitter on the posters covering the walls, glitter on the plants printed on table cloths. Glitter on the fake full moon hanging in place of a mirror ball.

And of course, glitter on the banner hanging above the entrance.

Welcome to Homecoming 2012

Become a (wo)man.

Become a wolf.

Current Mood: excited

glacial_queen

Karla and Warren had left the dance early, but still managed to be the first ones at the restaurant--no thanks to Warren, to be certain. She let them in with her key, showed him her office where she worked keeping Priestly's books (including a stack of receipts she was sure he'd be proud of) and then let them into the dining area proper, flicking on lights as they went.

"Priestly's promised to cook for us," she informed Warren, pushing a few of the tables together. "Has he cooked for you yet? He's amazing! They should be here any moment! And then he can show you his freezer!"

It was more impressive than it sounded, Warren. Really.

[Posted for a merry group of people, but open!]

withasword.livejournal.com

Kate was so damn over this week, last week, and by that count, the best part of the past month.

On any normal day, she might go hit something, but she was miraculously all out of untapped violence and kind of achy. Besides, she’d celebrated this particular day exactly like that last year and variety was the (slightly depressing) spice of life.

Her nice and believable Bruce-supplied fake ID had got her as far as a couple of bottles of Boone’s Farm hard lemonade, and there was a perfectly servicable gravestone to prop herself up against while she raised a small toast to Voron.

No, it wasn’t her father’s grave, but this was about as close to having a drink with him as she was going to get these days, without taking a long trip back to Savannah. It would have to do.

[[ open... graveyard, should anyone else be likely to wander there on an evening. ]]

Current Mood: cranky

world-enchanted.livejournal.com

Every time Tara came into the shop, she expected the worst. It operated in a grey zone -- as long as almost nothing was on display except worthless plastic amulets and smelly incense, most of the time Umbridge and her goons let it be.

But that was only most of the time. There'd been a couple bad days over the last few years.

But today things were as normal as they ever were, so Tara started her day unpacking a shipment of Chinese Zodiac 2013 calendars. At lunch, she might take a risk by locking the door and letting herself into the real supplies to see what she could cobble together for Saturday, but that had to wait until she could be certain no one would wander in.

[OOC: Open shop! Any discussion of the Magic Box stocking anything with real magic is for resistance broadcast only.]

glacial_queen

After a long "discussion" about the proper venue (Re: argument with much grumping and sulking, and plenty of each on both sides), Karla and Jono had agreed to have a modest birthday dinner at Il Pollo, as opposed to, say, Cafe Fina (Karla's choice) or nothing at all, ever, okay, maybe a lager but not out in public, bloody hell, Karla (Jono's choice). The food was tasty, filling, and good; not particularly expensive; and varied enough that no matter the dietary restrictions or tastebuds, anyone invited would be able to find something to eat.

The invitations were sent out via email and text, as befitting the informality of the affair (which Karla had reluctantly agreed to since Jono had gone to the dance as instructed). She'd been able to commandeer a small private banquet room, in deference to the number of people invited, and the reservation had been made for seven, with people invited to show up a little bit earlier for drinks. Dessert was going to be a collection of cannolis and a cupcakes, so there'd be plenty of different types to sample.

With an (admittedly smug) smile, Karla helped herself to a glass of wine and toasted the grumpy birthday boy, waiting for the invited guests to show up.

[Said grumpy birthday boy modded with permission. Open restaurant and if you think you got an invite, you absolutely did! No OCD, feel free to make all the messy threads you want!]

brat_inslayage

Kennedy had meant to show up yesterday; that had been her plan, and that had been behind the timing of the portal she'd booked. So naturally, the portal had gotten rerouted three times (the six hour layover in what looked like a temple to Aphrodite had been amusing, at least) and delayed her arrival until today. Just as naturally, she'd immediately called Portalocity customer service and given them an earful or three as soon as she realized what time it was.

Might as well stick around, she decided, and headed over to get herself some coffee, a few pastries, and a table.

Hey Red. Going to hang out here for a while, okay? was the text message she sent to Willow, not really trusting whether she could just think it at her at this range. (It was still weird, anyway.) Seriously, after the amount of time it had taken her just to get here, she might as well.

[[so i forgot what day yesterday was, apparently, shut up. open post is open.

divinesurfchick is to blame for the random layover.]]

life_inshadow

Tara probably would have never found out the island was being a little, uh, extra special today if it wasn't for the fact she dropped a box full of prebrewed potion bases all over the freshly-mopped floor. The vials broke, and it turned out one "safe" potion was ... not so safe to poor, innocent linoleum.

The "OH, MILKY FIDDLING DAGNABBIT" that she came out with could probably be heard across the street.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

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]

life_inshadow

Yeah, you know what was helpful in opening a store? Having your key. Tara seriously about took her room apart before deciding to just magic the lock open. And then she had to find a lock-magicing spell that didn't involve possibly blowing up the door, which also took some time.

But that was past, and now she was in the store, and ...

Where the hell was the codex of magical supplies she had wanted to use to help track down stuff for Kennedy?

[OOC: Open post, frustrated witch!]

brat_inslayage

So far so quiet, and Kennedy hadn't had to cut her vacation short for any emergencies back home. (Yet.) She'd spent a good chunk of yesterday out on the mainland doing some shopping, taking time out every now and then to field work-related phone calls from various Scoobies and Scooby-adjuncts and this was all weirdly businesslike.

Anyway.

It was weird, just hanging out on a park bench with a mocha (and a slice of pie) and enjoying the day; she'd always been too restless for that sort of thing before, but... well, she guessed it had something to do with actually having a constructive channel for that restless energy now. And just hanging out here was oddly relaxing.

Even if she was half preoccupied with contemplating how quiet the island was compared to home, or to L.A. The contrast was more obvious now. Huh.

[[open, again, though subject to patches of sp.]]

brat_inslayage

Freaking finally-- two weeks ago was the last she'd heard from Portalocity about the state of the network in her dimension, but when Kennedy got the call yesterday that they were up and running she'd wasted no time booking that complimentary priority portal they promised her. Luckily it was a slow week, Slayage-wise. Nothing Willow couldn't handle if it came up-- which was about the gist of the pep talk Kennedy'd given her before leaving. Anyway, a couple of the Sunnydale vets (they called themselves, like they were Just That Qualified Already) were reasonably close to New York in case something came up.

Ergo portal, Fandom, visit, because she'd been itching to come back for weeks now. She barely waited until she'd stepped out onto the causeway to start making calls to friends; the last half year had done nothing to make her a more patient person, sadly.

And okay, maybe it had been a long time, or maybe it was the Slayer metabolism, or both, because she'd forgotten how hungry portal travel made her, so after checking into a hotel room (she was so making the most of this visit) she headed right for J,GoB and proceeded to order... oh, about two of everything. Hey, she figured that way she could share.

She was grinning as she leaned back in her chair by the window, scarfing a muffin in between gulps of coffee. Damn, she'd missed this place.

[[so, so open. feel free to mod a call/text if you want, or, you know, public place.

eta: it's probably worth noting, as a warning, that all threads contain at least some reference to kennedy's recent canon catchup, so there is mention of violence. also, kennedy's conversation with tara(for the sake of my brain let's say that one's last) contains in-depth discussion of death and is kind of heavy, so consider that a content warning.]]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

The glitter moosen and beavers had been moved to the park to stand friendly guard around a cluster of tents, tables and chairs. Underneath, the Homecoming events rolled on with another maple-themed buffet and plenty of space for standing around and chatting.

The sound system played kd lang and Leonard Cohen at a low volume, to gently welcome anyone who might have gotten into the punch last night after it was spiked. This event was decidedly hangover-friendly.

[Quicklinks: Arrive + Mingle | Food + Drink | Tables + Chairs | Rest of the Park | OOC]

Current Mood: chipper

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

Glitter encrusted moosen stood guard in the entry to the transformed Town Hall, reminding all those in attendance that the night was about all things Canadian. Or things the Student Council had deemed Canadian - plus a whole lot of glitter.

Sparkly red maple leaves and paper geese hung from irridescent streamers, setting off the food tables as very much separate from the raised dance floor in case the terrifying papier-mâché beaver didn't make it obvious that the timbits were for eating. Or for dunking in the maple syrup fountain. Beyond pure sugar, there were plenty of bite-size portioned food and nonalcoholic beverages to push the theme into the bellies of all, no matter how tight the dresses!

Beyond the dance floor, the shadowy corners glowed with the twinkle of glittery maple leaf garland and a Joni Mitchell inspired moose that had been strategically positioned to look rather tragic in its lyric-covered glory. Yes, glory. For the evening was to be glorious. Or at the very least entertaining.

Welcome to your 2011 Homecoming Dance!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Drinks + Snacks | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: shocked

charming_thief

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

The stupid weekend was thankfully in the rear view mirror and that was where it should stay in Nathan's opinion. He wasn't Nate and he wasn't...wearing some other bloke's ugly face. He was fine how he was and when he came into work, he badgered Tino into reassuring him.

Now, he was leaning against the counter and downing shots because that's what one did at a bar. Once he drained a shot glass, he slid it down the counter to where Tino was collecting the assortment and shaking his head.

Current Mood: apathetic

brat_inslayage

Ugh, thank god the coffee was back on the island. Kennedy was not hung over from last night, but she'd had just enough that she was dragging today, and had there not been caffeine the poor barista would've gotten the full throw-Dad's-weight-around treatment. (The barista, apparently unaware of his narrow escape from that fate, went on with his work humming after Kennedy walked away with her quintuple shot extra-caramel caramel latte.)

Fandom's tiny streets were still such a contrast to Manhattan's, so-- wanting to sort of savor said contrast for a bit-- she took her drink and sat outside, frowning at her phone. Still no juicy news from Constance. Aw, man.

[[omg i have the day off and am around, though subject to spots of sp this morning while i run a couple of errands. yes, she's still here. what?]]

shagthis.livejournal.com

There were no barrel rolls when Jake entered Caritas today.

What there was, in abundance, thank ~~the Jesus~~ god, was rum.

Of which Jake was currently availing himself, to absolutely no one's surprise.

glacial_queen

The last thing in the world Karla wanted to be reminded of right now was sex. So, of course, she had to work today. Of course she did. Why would anything in this world want to go well for her today?

Rather than mope about it further though, Karla was going to look at this as an opportunity. An opportunity to find everything relating to nuns, priests, or religion in general and destroy it.

There. That would be nicely therapeutic.

life_inshadow

The Magic Box didn't exactly have a huge selection of comestibles, so it was especially easy to notice that half the stock of teas had vanished since last week. Tara fixed herself a cup of decaf peppermint and went online to place a restock order.

At least the stock wasn't locked up anymore. That was something.

She'd heard there was an alumni event, and was considering texting Kennedy to see if she was coming to it. So far, she'd been able to convince herself that would be a Very Bad Idea.

auntie-vida.livejournal.com

Vida had gotten an early start in the park to set things up for the Strawberry Social. It had been chilly and damp when she arrived, but a stern glare at the clouds had sent them fleeing, and the sun was shining over the park now, making for a bright and sunny day. There was danceable music playing and plenty of places to stretch out and enjoy the sun.

Several picnic tables were laid end to end, covered with red table cloths and adorned with edible arrangements. There were plates to load up with food, which was available in plenty, including just about every strawberry dish imaginable. Vida had also thoughtfully provided red flowers to tuck in the hair and red scarves for those who might be feeling red-deficient.

[~~Please stand by for OCD.~~ All systems go!]

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: She's A Lady - Patti La Belle

life_inshadow

Things seemed surprisingly, perhaps even suspiciously, quiet in the shop and on the island today. Once Tara had unpacked a handful of fresh herbs and rearranged the crystal display, there wasn't a lot to do, so she settled in behind the counter with a novel and relaxed. Her thoughts tended toward daydreaming about the summer to come.

[OOC: Open shop, though I may be slow due to evil works.]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla was probably a little stickier than the traditional bride normally was (she'd had cotton candy. And ice cream. And a couple of cookies. Look, Warren and Karla's party had good food), but she was sure she looked beauuuuuuuutiful in her wedding gown made of a bedsheet and her window curtain veil.

She had flowers that she'd taken from the ground (with most of the dirt taken off of them, even!) and had even found a very nice--if a little confused--man to perform the ceremony!

And after she was done gettin' married, she would be more than willing to share her wedding dress with anyone else who wanted to get married! Weddings for everyone!

Life was pretty easy when you're six.

[OOC: Pls wait for tiny ocd...]

Current Mood: excited

glacial_queen

Due to any number of factors, Karla and Warren had been planning to celebrate their shared birthday a little early this year. They didn't want to interfere with people's graduation or vacation plans, as a last hurrah before finals, making sure their off-island friends would be able to attend ~~mun failure at remembering her own character's birthday~~, all of these had convinced them to throw their birthday party a few days before it actually occurred. As a party, it was intended to be just as much of a celebration of the approaching end of the semester as a birthday party.

What they hadn't intended was the entire island turning into small children over that same weekend. It was a good thing that credit cards and bank accounts had already been charged before hand, or things might have gotten really awkward. As it was, the company hired to make sure the party went off without a hitch got to Fandom, set-up, and drove off before realizing that anything was amiss.

Which was probably for the best, as it meant they didn't have to watch their equipment become slowly transformed into kidlet-appropriate games and activities by Fandom's magic. What had been a party setup designed to appeal to a bunch of jaded teens had become a brightly-colored wonderland of kids' toys.

Don't worry, though. There was still cake.

[Up super-early for epic SP!]

angelo_wings

It was a very cranky Rinoa who emerged from the dorms late on Saturday afternoon.

She had tried to catch a spikey thing, and had been sent back to the dorms. And so she had been pissed off, and had gone back to tell the cloud-thing exactly what she thought of his nonsense, and he had dropped yet another spikey thing on her head.

So now, she was pissed. She stopped at the weapons locker to pick up her Cardinal, which was strapped onto her arm. And she had no qualms about using it, this time.

Although she was maybe gonna avoid the cloud-thing in the park. Just on general principles.

(will be summoning DAS BOOT but is so so so open zomg!)

Current Mood: cranky

endsthegame

The first arrivals to the warehouse would have found nothing - until the lights went on, dropping many shades of glitter down onto the floor. The glitter would stick around all night, almost-but-not-quite clashing with the colorful decor, though it did not seem to incite any boykissy.

Even if one of the janitors definitely took a shot at using it as an excuse.

There was a karaoke booth set up in the corner, and the rest of the party environment looked chaotic and incredibly merry. Reds, blues, and yellows had been thrown together like a crazy man had attacked the place with some paint.

Welcome to your April Fools' Dance, children, adults, and alumni.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up, have at! Arrival | Food and Drink | Shadowy Corners | Karaoke | Dance Floor | Bathrooms | OOC ]]

life_inshadow

Tara might not have gotten quite enough sleep to come to work on, but she was so happy to be back to something normal that she was just going to fortify herself with tea and hope for the best.

Besides, the shop needed her. There were shipments of supplies to sort through, old periodicals to pull -- Tara was keeping the stray Modern Wicca -- and a pile of crystals to unpack. Tara put a CD of new age music on the store system and went to work, while Mr. Moxy curled up in the store window for what he no doubt saw as a well-deserved nap.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD.]

Current Mood: cheerful

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

It was just about time to depart for the annual Fandom High Spring Break trip. Portals had been called, arrangements had been made and now all the group had to do was wait for the scheduled portals to appear.

The causeway was a mess of students and adults, carrying bags and talking excitedly about whatever plans the might have for the upcoming week. It was chilly in Fandom but the group was about to head to the sunny shores of Hawaii. Hope you packed your sunscreen!

[This is the general HAI WE ARE GOING TO HAWAII POST YAY. Feel free to ping on in, talk to each other, be excited, etc. Up early for maaaaaaaaximum slowplay!]

Current Mood: excited

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Rose had gotten herself a cup of hot chocolate from the Perk, but she wasn't into sitting around inside. She was way too restless to stay still so she wandered around the island, staying carefully away from MCA and certain parts of the beach. There was a pink tree in the park that seemed more peaceful than the rest of the island, but she wasn't feeling the urge for peaceful and made her way over to the swings instead.

Swings were always awesome tyvm even if she was 19. She pulled out her phone, finally punching in the numbers of some people she hadn't seen for way too long. Calls done, Rose pumped her legs, seeing if she could achieve the ever-elusive 360 over the bars and wondered exactly why Lissa had sent her here. It didn't make any more sense than it had before, but she was starting to enjoy the idea more as she kept an eye out for anyone she knew.

[OOC: Open park, feel free to mod a call from Rose if you wish ~~unless you're a STRIGOI~~. I missed my girl.]

endsthegame

Some would rejoice, others would cry, and a good chunk of Fandom's population would probably wind up with mixed feelings. This portal had brought the children onto the island but two nights ago, and now it had ~~reversed the polarity of the neutron flow~~ returned to take them back.

It floated calmly in the middle of the park's clearing, exuding a soft yellow light. It wouldn't steer the children wrong.

Say your goodbyes, Fandom... for the year.

[[ up early for sp, and open to all. *hands out tissues at the door* ]]

life_inshadow

Despite what his owner (and owner-in-law) had threatened the week before, Mr. Moxy was not wearing a dapper fedora and spats as he prowled the Magic Box aisles. Tara, it must be admitted, had tried for a scarf, but he'd neatly removed it with his paws before she got out of her dorm room.

He stalked tiny dust bunnies as Tara relaxed at the counter with a mug of tea and yet another book on possession. The topic was likely to remain a preoccupation for a while.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD. My office is closed until noon, yay.]

life_inshadow

Despite her hesitation about having it at all, the reserves meeting the day before had helped Tara begin to make peace with everything that had happened the week before. Anyone who came into the shop today would find everything in place. The girl behind the counter was still reading about ways to fend off possession, but her research lacked the wild aspect it had on Sunday.

The Magic Box was open.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

life_inshadow

After talking to Karla yesterday during Reserves, Tara decided to make today a study day. She pulled all the demonology texts in stock from the shelves and set up a little research station at the front counter.

Not that anything she'd read had entries on Trigon or anyone like him, but hey. Maybe she'd get lucky and find "Everything You Ever Wanted to Know about Demon Spawn (But Were Afraid to Ask)."

It was that semi-optimistic spirit, and a sincere wish she could read ancient Sumatran, that carried her through the workday.

[OOC: Open shop! OCD is hiding from the determined Wiccan.]

swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com

"Good afternoon!"

Dolf was sounding pretty chirpy today, though whether that was a case of genuine cheer or Trying Too Hard was a case of Eye of the Beholder. "Welcome back if you have been with us before, and just welcome if you haven't. If you haven't, we're the Magic Reserves and Support Services - I'm the head of Support Services, because I don't know any magic." Yeah. "We're happy to have you all here, though. It is a new semester, so new people, and new troubles. And a lot of new introductions, too."
Let it never be said he wasn't Genre Savvy.

"So tell us about yourselves and what you can do. I'll start," he added. "I'm Dolf Wega, I'm Dutch, I speak a few languages, like German--" both the medieval and the current variety, "French, and I'm learning Italian, I know first-aid and how to make sure everyone has enough food and drink and all that. I have been Support Services leader since the start of the last semester, and I spent some time in the 13th century."

One of these things was not like the others.

Raven had had another bad dream last night, this time a shapeless, nameless feeling of terror and despair, and the hint of black circles under her eyes might indicate her troubled sleep. Otherwise, she tried to keep her face and voice pleasant and welcoming. "I am Raven," she said. "I was born in a place called Azarath, though my mother is of Earth. I am the liaison between the Magical and Support Reserves, for my gifts fall into both. I am an empath and a healer -- if you are ever hurt, I am able to take that injury into myself and heal your own body."

Tara had a slightly anxious crease in her brow as Raven spoke. It wasn't hard to see things were not right with her friend, but she wasn't sure how to ask about it. "Hi, I'm Tara Maclay," she said, after a moment, "and I'm a witch, so, uh, I'm on the Magic side of the reserves. In my world, magic is a learned skill, and the kind of magic I do makes me a Wiccan. I know locating spells, shielding, some basic work with charms, a little telekinesis ... and I work at the Magic Box on Thursdays, so come find me there if you ever want a tour of the store or anything."

Karla also sent a sharp glance Raven's way but turned back with a smile towards everyone else once it was her turn for introductions. "My name is Karla and I'm also a witch, though my powers extend to Healing as well. In my world, magic is an innate skill of my people. I am primarily a Healer--of bodies, of minds, of hearts and the land, but basic Craft lets me do lots of other things, too, like shielding and calling in and vanishing items. I've been a co-leader of the Magic Reserves since last summer."

"So now it's your turn," Dolf finished up. "And have some cookies." He was too cool for more exclamation marks. ... Or possibly a little embarrassed, it was hard to tell.

life_inshadow

Depending on how her plans for the next two weeks turned out, Tara figured this had a good chance of being her last shift at the shop in 2010. Too bad -- it had been a good year for her.

She spent it checking through the stock of herbs and animal parts, tossing anything that looked or smelled even vaguely past its sell-by date, or was coming so close that it wouldn't be sold by the end of the year even at a deep discount. It turned out lark tongues did not like being stored in the sun.

"Poor birdies," Tara murmured, as she went to dispose of the contents of that jar.

[OOC: Post of being too lazy for OCD, the second. Open shop, anyhow.]

life_inshadow

Tara had enjoyed walking to work in the light, drifting mist of snow.

It was only when she unlocked the shop and noticed the "snow" on her jacket wasn't melting that she tasted some and figured out it was powdered sugar.

She knew the shop floor was going to be all sticky by the end of the day from people tracking sugar in. But at least it looked pretty. She brushed the sugar stuck to her into a trash can and went about her day.

[OOC: Open shop, OCD is out making a sugar angel.]

brat_inslayage

After ~~handwavily~~ letting people know to meet at the movie theater, the intrepid leaders of the Fighting Reserve waited with candy and popcorn. And a lot of thanks that whatever happened all of last week was now over with. Because another mud fight would break the fabric of reality.

Or something like that.

"If you hadn't noticed, this isn't the usual place we meet," Maladicta said. "We thought that, after all the excitement last week, a bit of relaxation was in order."

"Because action flicks are totally relaxing," Kennedy put in, although given the droid baby in a stroller beside her, she didn't look like she was in for any relaxation. "Hey, it's topical. Also possibly educational."

"Of course it's educational," Zack intoned, with the sort of knowing look about him of a person who routinely did crazy things like jump out of helicopters from fifty feet up onto moving trains while under gunfire. "Stuff like this happens all the time. So, be sure to pay close attention! There are some cars and things in this movie, and I know we don't see stuff like that here on the island so much, but the rest of it is totally realistic!"

Like the weird homoerotic undertones between Vin Diesel and Paul Walker. 3 Fast, 3 Furious: Korean Slide was practically a documentary movie, really!

"Riiiiiiiight," Kennedy said with that tight, I'm totally indulging you right now kind of half smile. "Anyway, have fun. Don't overdo it on the candy or whatever."

Maladicta cleared her throat. "Exactly. For some reason I'm to inform you all to please not spoil the movie by adding your own soundtrack."

She was just going to eye that droid baby now. Eye it but good.

life_inshadow

Tara hadn't wanted to come to work yesterday. Work meant leaving bed, and leaving bed meant leaving Kennedy, and both of those things got harder every day this week. Plus, she'd had a bad case of the babbles yesterday; she wasn't entirely sure it had cleared up.

But she dragged herself into the shop anyhow, rewarding herself by pulling out a spellbook she'd been slowly reading her way through. She meant to just spend some time studying ways to improve her telekinesis, but when the book opened to a section on telepathic broadcasting instead, she read that. She could see so many situations where being able to talk into someone's head would be useful.

[OOC: Open shop; OCD is off mixing up love potion #9.]

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