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The bulky booze reserves Tamsin had reeled in during their last stop had no real end in sight. So great was their wealth that this time around, they'd actually just put wine and beer barrels out to function as tables across the community center.

The decorations were nice, though. Just a dusting of gold and blue glitter, nice tablecloths, and a wide selection of food. That was all you needed, right?

[ocd up!| Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Food/Open Bar | Dance Floor | Dark Corners | OOC]]

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! ]]

glacial_queen

So, originally, the plan had been for Karla, Warren, and all three children to show up at Fandom this weekend and do the whole reunion thing. They'd see old friends, show Nyles and Cora the island, and take a ridiculous number of pictures commemorating things that really didn't need to be commemorated. And then, last night, Cora had come into Karla's parlor before bedtime complaining that she didn't feel good. And then had promptly thrown up. Nyles, who had been a footstep behind her, managed to keep down his dinner, but was flushed and feverish.

Long story short, Cora and Nyles had come down with chicken pox. And as much as Karla would have liked to simply Heal them and be done with it, getting chicken pox now meant they wouldn't get worse illnesses later, and so Warren and Karla reluctantly agreed to let them stick it out. And that clearly meant that at least one parent needed to stay with them. But Kayla, being far too young, needed to be kept away. And so, after a spirited game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, (best two out of three, and no, Warren, she didn't cheat), Karla had ended up being the one who got to take Kayla away to the island for the weekend, while Warren and his healing factor took care of two thoroughly miserable children.

On the other hand, now Karla at least had a good excuse to take a million pictures? Like the ones she was taking now, of Kayla smearing vanilla ice cream all over her face as she attempted to spoon it into her mouth. Thank the Darkness for data plans.

glacial_queen

For once, Karla wasn't making tragic faces at all the coffee on display that she was (mostly) not allowed to have. It was fall on the island, which meant caramel apple cider. Her mug was two-thirds cider, the remaining third was the Perk's delicious whipped cream which extended into a high, unsteady mound in the air. Just looking at it made her smile.

Warren was also thrilled that it was cider season, because it meant that he could enjoy an Americano for the first time in...months? Without getting in trouble, even.

It was heaven.

"Did you know that they tried to convince me to add pumpkin spice to my cider?" Karla asked. "You don't know what I had to threaten to convince them to never mention that phrase in my presence again."

nookiepowered

"No." Bo crossed her arms behind the bar and ignored the balloon Tiny was holding out to her. "I already told you my terms. The whole thing or no deal."

Tiny held up his phone in the other hand, then made a show of putting it away. Bo just shook her head.

"No. I don't care if you record me. I'm just not doing it without the quid pro quo." She reached out and bopped the balloon lightly. "Every. Single. Verse."

Which was why anyone visiting the bar tonight, including the guests at Warren and Karla's birthday party, would find themselves treated to a high-pitched -- and very long -- performance of I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General from the huge guy in the leather vest.

Bo's performance, they'd have to be very good at searching YouTube (or know Tiny's username) to find, and also fast enough to get there before Bo filed the fake DMCA takedown notice. Or the obscenity one. She was still trying to decide which seemed more likely coming from Disney.

[Open! Karla and Warren's birthday party be happenin' in the VIP area; the rest of the joint is open to anyone.]

heromaniac

Momoko and Triela were in the basement gun range at the Atlas Gym. Finally. It had taken a while to jog the memory of the desk attendant to the fact that there even was one on the premises. There weren't really cobwebs, but the place definitely had needed a swift cleaning before Momoko would agree to even set her coat down. Triela had left her to the main area and gone to check the targets actually worked and that there were weapons and working equipment.

After everything was checked out (and it was all fine, if just un-used), Momoko had sent text messages to people to let them know where they were, and then the girls had proceeded to break out the guns!

Momoko looked around a bit as she easily loaded her Five-seveN. "I wonder why no one ever uses this place. It's actually kind of nice!"

[for anyone! Come talk to Momo or Triela or just shoot! Or, heck, be curious about why there are a bunch of ~~hot girls~~ people heading to the basement of the gym.]

anarchist-queen.livejournal.com

The portal had dropped Leda off in the parking lot at the end of the causeway. And for a while, she just stood, staring at the town before her. She'd never thought she'd see it again, at least not for a very, very long time.

Then she shook herself out of her reverie and followed the siren song of something she hadn't had in far too long. Mortal Coffee. Elven coffee was all very well, but they didn't have espresso in the Realm.

She was amazed she'd remembered the way, but some things a caffeine fiend did not forget.

Now she sat in a booth by the window, nursing a mocha double espresso with Red Bull.

"Oh...Red Bull, I missed you most of all." she sighed.

[Leda's visiting for the day, post is of course open.]

izzy-on-her-own.livejournal.com

Since going back to her room at the hotel probably wasn't the best idea after the detention raid, Isabel and some of the others had made there way to one of the safe spots in the warehouse district. It seemed the best place to lay low for the time being.

Since people still needed food, Isabel made a call to a sympathetic barista at the Perk and slipped out the door. Thirty minutes and one dead Madri later, she returned with two boxes of coffee and a bag of bagels. It wasn't much, but it was probably better then anyone that had been in detention had seen in a while.

"Who's hungry?"

[For former detainees & resistance types please]

Current Mood: determined

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy had tried meditating today to try to 'keep calm and carry on', but that had not worked. The feeling of helplessness had demanded he at least do something active, so instead, he was doing katas by the pond. He'd started with the most basic, and as he finished each one, he started a more complicated one. It was helping.

[Post is open as a park post generally is.]

sith_happened

Anakin came back from Connecticut with a new sense of purpose (and a deep hatred of the idiots who drove on I-95), several 2x4s, a hammer, and some paper.

A few minutes of banging later and Anakin had a giant bulletin board...thing.

In big bold letters he labeled one giant sheet of paper "CONFIRMED DISAPPEARANCES" and the other "RETURNING FANDOMITES."

He took a deep breath before scrawling information under the disappearances, then tacking up two dated photographs of the people in question on the blank area on the board he'd left for that purpose. For some reason it seemed vital that someone other than him remember what they looked like too.

He placed a piece of glass down over the sheets of paper (no use going to this much trouble if things would just get blown away or wet) and headed back to the trooper station to catch up on what he'd missed the last few days.

[OOC: And now we have an IC place to link to the information dropped characters and alumni are leaving in voicemails! Please hold for OCD.]

Current Mood: busy

anarchist-queen.livejournal.com

Leda had ~~handwavily~~ left messages for Jon, James, Momoko and Karla, asking them to meet them here. She knew she should explain to them what was going on, and really she would like to vent a bit. It was just that the dance didn't seem like the place to do it. This seemed like a good time and place for it.

Especially with the huge bucket of boardwalk fries she'd bought.

[Open for anyone, but mostly those mentioned in the narrative.]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

The glitter could not be contained! Nor could the moose...despite their plastic nature. Homecoming continued onward, welcoming all late arrivals who were still in time for the main event!

Your 2011 Homecoming Court Announcement!

[ Post 1 | Arrive + Mingle Some More | Homecoming Court | More Drinks + Snacks | More Chaperones | More Dancing | Even More Shadowy Corners | OOC2 ]

Current Mood: accomplished

anarchist-queen.livejournal.com

Though Ice Cream had managed to make it's way into Fae culture, Faerie was still sadly lacking in pizza. So Leda took this opportunity to indulge in something she hadn't had in months. Gooey, delicious, deep dish.

"Mmmm, oh Gods that's good!"

[Open, specially for those who don't want to taken by surprise at her appearance at the dance.]

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

anarchist-queen.livejournal.com

The girl sleeping on the park bench was a lot more comfortable than some might think. In fact she was sleeping better than she had in quite a while. Her head was pillowed on her back pack, the dragon hide duster she wore kept her warm, and there was an open umbrella over her head, held loosely in one hand. It'd been raining when she arrived.

Still it was probably about time for her to get up.

[Open to any and all.]

heromaniac

Momoko wasn't avoiding talking to Jaime, she was just... still thinking. About the things that Dinah had said. And going over again (and again and again and again) the things Jaime had managed to say on Saturday before Momoko had walked away.

Okay, she was totally avoiding Jaime and thinking about it all.

And stuffing herself with as many pastries as the staff of the Cafe Fina (and her wallet) would allow her. She'd even bought a dinner salad, in case one of the staff decided to call Jaime and tell on her.

She wondered, as she'd ordered it, if he would have come and chided her about the sweets. The face that she made got her a flustered look from the Cheese Grater, who rushed back to the kitchen to put in an order for another Chocolate Raspberry Torte for her.

[Cafe Fina is open! Feel free to sit as close to or as far away from the emo-Momoko as you'd like, of course!]

glacial_queen

To some people at school, 73 degrees on an overcast day would be too cold sit out on the beach and watch the water. In Glacia, 73 degrees was considered downright balmy, and so Karla had gathered up her beach things and headed down to spend the afternoon. Preferably relaxing, especially after the craziness of the past few days.

And if she happened to have a cupcake tower along with her, filled with many different varieties of cupcake, well, it was her seventeenth birthday. A girl could be forgiven a bit of indulgence on her birthday, couldn't she?

[So open!]

anarchist-queen.livejournal.com

Leda was of two minds when it came to dressing nice. She'd grown up as a privilaged upper middle class girl, but identified more with the years of her life spent as a street kid.

This would be why she was wearing a nice dress, sparkly, if modest earrings, and black combat boots and had magicked a blue streak in her hair that matched the color of her dress.

She was also humming "Jesus of Suburbia" under her breath. It'd been stuck in her head ever since her girl's night out with Sai and Wiseguy had culminated in them singing Green Day and Pink songs long into the night.

[For Anduin, but open as a business generally is.]

texted3times

Two whole evenings with your relatives! Are you ready to ditch them and go to a club yet? Eric was certainly hoping so. The drink specials were on shots of tequila, and the music was loud and tending towards the 80s.

Come and have a good time. Tiny won't tell your mother where you are.

anarchist-queen.livejournal.com

Regardless of the weather, Leda felt like taking a walk. Actually she thought the rain added a little something anyway. So, bundled up and wearing a wide brimmed hat, she went for a stroll. She was pondering taking the opportunity to splash in a few puddles like she had when she was a kid.

[For one 'specially, but open.]

capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com

Captain Jack Sparrow wasn't exactly thrilled with having found gainful employment (and even less thrilled when his new boss laid out in explicit terms what would happen if he was caught sampling the merchandise behind the bar), but it was better than sitting around in his room and staring at the walls.

After saying hello to Tiny at the door, Jack slid in behind the bar, cast a worried glance at the VIP section where his boss was lurking, and then prepared for a night of service.

The Devil's Nest was open! And painfully sober.

icecoldfrost

Sometime after Emma had gotten up, she'd gone off to the Perk. Today was clearly going to be a day that required caffeine, given the mental turmoil that was going on today.

Mocha. Glorious glorious mocha. Come to Auntie Emma.

[OOC: Open Perk is Open!]

solo_sword

The dates were over, and Jaina was back behind the bar, with absolutely no idea what the hell had happened during that last date. But now that she was out of the lounge, she was trying not to facepalm at herself. And was definitely sticking to water for the night.

At any rate, she and Tino were both around to help if anyone needed drinks while mingling with people they may or may not have dated for three minutes.

[This is your regular post-3MD post. All are welcome, even if you weren't at the dates. I am around, but afk after about 6 PST, at which point whee for modding Tino!]

Current Mood: wtf

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Tenth Anniversary Edition of
Three Minute Dates at Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

Just before 6:00, the lights went dark and a sole zombie walked out onto the stage and sat down at a piano. The zombie then started playing The Final Countdown, followed by the other zombies, all with violins to join in. And then GOB walked out onto the stage, holding and petting a lovebird. He then released the bird, which flew up toward the ceiling before somehow getting stuck in an air duct.

As GOB went into his spiel about how 3MD was a Fandom institution that he started and how he had brought so much love to Fandom with it and that the tenth annual (he still hadn't figured that part out) edition demanded the respect that a piano and not doing magic ("Unless any of the legal ladies out there want to see me make another lovebird appear," and yes, he was talking about his penis).

Meanwhile, the lovebird was still stuck in the air duct. As air rushed past the bird and into the lounge, some strange pheromones released by the bird were thrown back at the stage, where it reacted with the already strange combination of zombie smell and cologne used to hide the zombie smell on such a classy occasion, somehow generating a powerful love potion that would be making its way into the lounge, affecting people at random for three minutes at a time. Bizarrely, that was exactly how long each of the dates tonight would be.

Sometimes Fandom worked in mysterious ways. Mysteriously sexy ways.

"I call your names, you meet up with each other, talk for three minutes, and then you'll hear the sound of a zombie smashing his hands against a bunch of piano keys. Go ahead and do it," GOB said. The zombie started smashing the keys randomly. One of the other zombies joined in because a band was all about teamwork. "And that's how we start!"

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

[OOC: Lots of OCD ~~coming~~ IS UP. RANDOMLY ASSIGNED LOVE POTION IS MARKED IN THREAD TITLES WITH ONE OF THESE "*" AFTER THE AFFECTED PERSON'S NAME! For example: "Nick* / 3MD Participants" means that I will spend the next three minutes loving everyone who signed up. But not in a dirty way because that would be exhausting and I have a sister among the participants and eww.

Remember that you can also choose to be affected by love potion in any round(s) at your discretion. Also, the love potion can only affect people in the lounge during the dates. People at the bar and on the stage will not be affected. People who are affected will just be incredibly drawn to their date, flirt harder, maybe go for some physical contact more quickly, but they shouldn't necessarily go straight for making out. Unless you choose to have them go for it. The upper limit is player's choice.

As I'm going along, if I made an obvious mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. And remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.

GO FORTH AND PLAY!]

glacial_queen

Karla hadn't want to come to work today--she had finals, she was pretty sure that this week was dress rehearsal, she just kind of wanted to hunker down in her room where it was safe--but she told herself sternly that such behavior was silly. The Labyrinth was gone, her Craft was working, and she really had no good reason not to come in. Staying in her dorm just smacked of cowardice.

So instead, she was going to busy herself by throwing out anything peach-flavored she came across, which unfortunately led to this discovery in the back. After a few minutes of looking at them in confusion, Karla decided to bring them up front and highlight them in a floor display.

Because she thought she was funny.

[Calling link NSFW, just for safety.]

anarchist-queen.livejournal.com

The portal from Faerie deposited Leda at the end of the causeway. She stood for a moment, just taking in the sight. She had wondered if she'd ever see it again. Then she inhaled deeply, not realizing how much she'd missed the smell of the bay.

Now if she could just find out how long she'd been away.

[For Momoko primarily, but open.]

redheadbabyvamp.livejournal.com

Jessica knew there were visitors to the island tonight, so she expected the bar to be busy. So before she opened up for the night, she repeated a mantra to herself about not biting anybody no matter how much she wanted real blood.

Tino kept edging nervously away from her for some reason.

Current Mood: okay

intraspective

The Homecoming Carnival was in full swing and decorated according to the theme: blues and greens of all sorts, and little fish decorations everywhere.

But that wasn't the important part, oh no.

The important part was how much fun could be had at all of the booths! Step up, step up! Take your chances!

Really, who would want to miss this?

[OCD is up! Post I | Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

And thus began Parents' Weekend. It was an overcast day but the rain had long since tapered off. Just in case, tents had been erected all around the park to protect from the potential for wet stuff. No one needed their guest showing up cranky because they'd been rained on.

There were tables and tables of all sorts of food and drinks. There was something for everyone. The Student Council had spared no expense. Blue and gold tables and chairs were also spread out underneath the tents, giving guests and islanders a place to sit down and chat or sit down and eat or something to hide under.

A registration table stood near the front of the setup where guests could check in and get a nametag. A banner adorned the edges of the tents proclaiming:

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2010

[OCD is done! Post 2 | Registration | Security | Food and Drink | Mingling | OOC]

Current Mood: accomplished

puppy_fair

This evening, there was a bit more activity going on in the preserve than the usual scampering and frolicking of the teal deer and the alots. Tonight, there were paper lanterns strung up through the branches and along the trees, there were tables set up in the clearing, and there was music. If it lacked a banner and balloons, they were hoping the glimmer of the lantern lights in the darkness made up for it.

Ino was turning seventeen, and there was only one thing to be done about it. Zack had sent out the e-mail yesterday, and he and Karla had taken care of the food and the cakes and the decorations, and, once Zack managed to get Ino to join them, they were going to celebrate!

[Up a little early for PARTY TIME goodness! Open!]

anarchist-queen.livejournal.com

Florida had finally ventured out into town, and after scrounging some still edible food from various trash bins, had followed the unfamiliar sound of waves down here to the shore.

She stared almost as if hypnotized, in awe of the expanse of water. She gave an impressed sigh.

[Open!]

glacial_queen

Ow. Ow. Ow.

Karla was sore. Considering where she worked, that might have been a set up for a really good (or bad) joke, but it wasn't. She had just spent a whole weekend hiking through a forest, falling into caves, fighting with slavers, and then walking all over Rome. She'd thought she was in pretty decent shape, but her leg muscles were informing her otherwise today.

So rather than doing anything productive, Karla was just going to curl up with an Angelica Desmesnes novel and wish that the so-called 'personal massagers' really were meant for massaging.

anarchist-queen.livejournal.com

Leda had ~~handwavily~~ left messages for her friends (and then a few other people who she was on good terms with) so invite them and any guests they might have down to the beach for a cook out.

Mooner as it happened was quite good at barbecue. And he was really loving the luxury of store bought food and a non-improvised grill.

The only thing that made him uncomfortable was Leda's insistence that guys were supposed to go shirtless at the beach. Which would be fine except for the fact that after he'd died he'd discovered that his ex was also, through some fun time travel, his adopted baby sister.

[Open for all! Whether you think Leda would have called you or not! ETA: Off to RL stuff, so SP.]

anarchist-queen.livejournal.com

After an...interesting evening with Mooner, Leda made her way to where he'd told her another visitor was waiting for her. It had taken some doing before she'd worked up the nerve to come out here. She wasn't sure she could handle this.

She almost broke and ran when she saw the familiar profile sitting on a bench, feeding the ducks.

"M-mommy?" she whispered in Elvish.

onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com

Hayley didn't even have the nerves to look the GCPD officers in the eye. The fact that a Gotham City police squad car was taking her off the island, it was just demoralizing. At least they let her put her suitcases in the trunk.

They gave her a nod of acknowledgment when she asked if she could wait a moment in case anyone wanted to say goodbye. While she thought that she might come back, she was completely worried that they'd lock her up forever.

So Hayley, she was treating this like it was the big goodbye.

[ooc: Hayley's last post before going alum (and the plot will be thickening. Muhuahaha). Handwavey voicemails will have gone out that morning telling her friends about leaving and where to say goodbye (but not explaining why), so feel free to mod receiving one. tl;dr, post is open!]

anarchist-queen.livejournal.com

Leda had used her lesson of earlier today to make a bonfire down on the beach. She had also gotten foodstuffs and drinks and such and those torches that kept bugs away, and all sorts of stuff. All for a party for a certain wee green frog.

[Party Post is Open! OCD Coming.]

unborn-renegade.livejournal.com

For the first time, it was Jak who took the first talking shift. "Hey, guys. We're in the shooting range for a reason," he said, nodding at the... well, the scenery behind him. "Some of you probably haven't used a gun before. Some of you haven't had enough practice. So we're getting some practice in today. If you don't know what you're doing, me and Triela are going to give a demonstration." This was probably the wordiest anyone was ever going to see him, so, y'know. "Practice safety in the range. Don't keep your finger over the trigger. Remember that firing any gun is going to give you some recoil, so brace yourself."

He squared his shoulders. "But I'm sure Triela'll give you the run through," he finished. "Anyway, you've got your short range," point at the shotgun, "Your long range," at which he held up his Morph Gun, blaster attachment attached, "Snipers, handguns, semi-automatics, automatics..." He trailed off. "Lots of guns." You know. To keep things simple.

Kennedy was mostly keeping her mouth shut on this one, guns and slayage not being particularly compatible activities in her experience; for today, she'd mostly be standing there looking serious, kind of daring anyone in the group to goof off so she could get up in their face about it.

Zack, on the other hand, was going to keep his mouth shut, stand there looking serious, and occasionally crack a little smile as he looked around the group. He liked people! He couldn't help it!

"Please, be sure to pay careful attention to everything you're shown today, if you're planning on handling any of the guns," he stated. "I probably don't have to tell you that, because most of you guys have a healthy respect for most weaponry, but it's important enough that it's worth stating. I'll have to give you stern looks and a lecture or something if any of you get hurt."

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

Robin had ~~handwavily~~ put out the call that this was a really good day to go to the beach. With Oz and Leda's help he'd gotten music and food and stuff and was currently making like a dolphin and seeing how high out of the water he could jump.

[It's a party! Open!]

solo_sword

There were still puppies following Jaina around, but she didn't really mind at this point. They tended to stay out of her way while she needed to do things, such as now. When they curled up behind the bar all sleepily, though they'd probably wake up the second someone interesting came along.

They did not wake up for Tino, strangely enough.

Current Mood: okay

life_inshadow

The staff at Fast Eddie's wasn't exactly thrilled to be hosting a student's birthday party tonight. Kids at birthday parties tended to hang decorations everywhere, order either too much cheap beer or none at all, and generally make a mess. The were too cool for that: They worked at a pool hall, not a Chuck E Cheese's.

Sure enough, when Tara came in to set up, she promptly began taping crepe paper and balloons in bright primary colors to everything as the staff watched with annoyed but tolerant looks on their faces.

Tara ignored their expressions. She needed Kennedy's birthday party to be nice. And, once the decorations were up, she was certain it would be. She just needed to wait for everyone else to get there.

[OOC: OCD ~~in a sec~~ up, I say we party. Grumpy staff lovingly stolen from Alex Karev's birthday party.]

Current Mood: chipper

anarchist-queen.livejournal.com

Celia was busking in the park, standing on a soap box she'd found. And who knew Leda had hippie clothes in her wardrobe? Or where she found that guitar hero controller. She had a strong, clear singing voice that was actually rather pleasant.

( Liberal political activist lyrics under this cut )

[Open post is open. Don't worry, her gremlin biteyness gets silly from here on.]

chrisintheam.livejournal.com

Now typically Sunday morning is usually the day in the Christian world to go to church and get your religion on.

Here at the convention that just means another free continental breakfast and more seminares.

[OCD is coming

solo_sword

Jaina could name one time in her history that she'd been this happy to get back to work: right after Ebaq 9 when she'd been trapped on the moon for a week while they waited for extraction. That had taken longer than the nearly four days she'd spent in her room, but working at Caritas was admittedly more fun than strategy and running people through drills, so it balanced out.

So there was a Jaina behind the bar, looking extremely relieved to be here, and hoping people showed tonight. She didn't so much like being that deprived of contact with people these days. Yeah, it surprised her, too.

Current Mood: FREEEEEE

loyal-type.livejournal.com

Whether the Gremlins had planned, and manipulated it, or if it was just some weird coincidence, Oz, Tim, Tully, Leda and even Billy (taking a break from finals to hang out on the island) had been in one place at once. And fell to the biting teeth of their attackers.

Now, Johnny "The J" Johnson of Darkstone Entertainment had gathered his dream cast (Nathan Fillion ~~Tim~~, William Shatner ~~Tully~~, Mark Hamill ~~Billy~~ and Elvira ~~Leda~~, to re-make ~~Metropolis~~ Dystopia.

"Actors!" he cried. "Be you ready?"

They indicated they were indeed. Though Shatner of course maneuvered his way to the front.

"All right! Elvira, your dress is perfect. Shatner, pause just a little more between sentences. Mark you manly man you you're made of wonderful. Nathan...everything you're doing is wrong."

He held up his ~~imaginary~~ camera. "Rolling, and...action!"

"We love you Anakin, oh yes we doooo!" Elvira began to croon to Mark Hamill. "We love you Anakin, and we'll be true. When you're not near us, we're blue!"

"Cut!"

[IDK. But the post is open.]

bitchprince

It was the Monday after graduation, and Arthur's nerves were hitting an all-time high.

Not that he'd admit it.

They were packed and ready: Arthur had his dog and his horses, Merlin had his owl. Several bags strapped to each of the horses, enough food for the trip home, if they wound up anywhere near where he and Merlin had gotten thrown off course the first time around.

Arthur didn't give the castle as much as a passing glance. But he had put out a few messages to anyone who might care to see him leave, and advised Morgana and Merlin to do the same.

Today, they would try to go home -- and dammit, they would succeed. He couldn't think anything less if he was going to take this path.

[[ open. not, in fact, the last post of the camelot kids in fandom, but probably a, if not the last chance to make your goodbyes to the lot all in one place. so have at! ]]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

The weather was great--- and no other random horses showed up on the way there for Dinah, at least. There was a grill for burgers and brats and some skewers of meat, a big cooler full of drinks, and a couple bags of chips. Plus a cake. Big cake.

Time to get ready for Karla's (mostly!) Sweet Sixteen Surprise Party.

[OCD up!]

wantstodirect

It was time to put on makeup. It was time to dress up right. It was time to raise the curtain on the Mup- er, on Richard III tonight.

Tony'd put on a nice shirt to be Director Guy, but the sweat and dust from running around backstage kind of ruined the effect. How the heck did Geoffrey do this "live" stuff all the time? No wonder the guy was certifiable.

[OCD up!]

Current Music: The Muppet Show

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

It was almost summertime, and Jack was not happy with how pasty he looked.

Anyone coming into the shop would see shirtless Jack sitting in a beach chair under the lighting setup, wearing sunglasses and a goofy grin, working on his tan.

Photo Shop is open.

glacial_queen

Gah. Where had the time gone? Karla had two finals tomorrow and Opening Night for their production of Richard III. She was so glad that she didn't have a bigger role in the play, the way she'd had for the first two--between spending four months in Ender's world and all of the other craziness of this semester, she barely felt prepared the part she had now, never mind anything larger.

Hopefully no one would notice Karla mumbling to herself all day. Between making sure she had her lines down perfectly and brushing up on her Law and Justice notes, Karla had a lot of studying to do.

anarchist-queen.livejournal.com

Leda's bike, now with wheels and towing one of those mini trailers that motorcycles sometimes tow, headed from the causeway up to the school garage.

The exhaust still smelled like violets, but engine noise was new.

[Open!]

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