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Evan... didn't want to go back.

He'd kind of forgotten just how easily this place could become home, and he'd known but he'd never fully realized just how much people hated... not just him, but everyone like him, back in his own world. He hadn't lasted long there before, when he'd been sent here to give him a chance to sort of breathe, and then he'd been called back, and...

He reached for a stick and threw it, and a dog and a small dinosaur both went racing off after it.

It wasn't just that he was hated, though. He was lonely. He missed his friends. He missed... he missed a lot of people.

Maybe if he just played here a little longer, and pretended as though everything was going to stay just like this forever, and ignored it, it would go away on its own.

"It's not, is it? Going to just fix itself?"

That was meant to be kind of rhetorical.

[OOC: Open! There are swings! Yay swings!]

newroutines

Mike was aware there was some kind of a school-related shindig happening in town. He also knew there was a ton of people on the island so he figured this was not a work shift to miss. Maybe it'd get a little more interesting than most weeks.

He hung up the specials board and settled behind the bar.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Absent Friend
Friend of A Friend

Shut up, he couldn't resist a good theme when one came to him.

[ocd up, have at!]

mr-hippie.livejournal.com

Leo was behind the counter as if he'd never left. Of course the technology had completely changed so he was mostly futzing around with the various cameras trying to figure out how they worked.

But he'd totally be willing to help anyone (well, try) who came in.

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!]

mr-hippie.livejournal.com

The door was shut, the lights were out. But the door was unlocked. At the counter, Red the Puppet sat silent, inanimate guard over a plate of brownies wrapped in cellophane, three envelopes, labeled Jack, Johnny, and Mary, containing the recipe for the brownies and a Christmas card for Mary, cards each for Johnny and Jack, as well as a months pay, with a raise, and a Holiday bonus, and a photo Album labeled "FOR ANNETTE". It contained pictures from their adventures in Ghost Hunting. In Red's lap was a short note:

FANDOM WAS GREAT, BUT IT'S TIME I WAS MOVING ON. TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES, YOU HELPED MAKE THIS PLACE GROOVY. I'LL MISS YOU KIDS, PEACE.

Leo was gone.

Photo Hut is closed.

[ooc: That's right, Leo is gone. I had a great time playing him, but it was time. ~~There'll be a post coming for which to say goodbye.~~ Post is up.

Current Music: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

mr-hippie.livejournal.com

Leo was out front, scraping the Thanksgiving paintings from the front window.

Photo Hut is open.

montecito-east.livejournal.com

Gunther figured that Mary would want the hotel open today even if she wasn't here. Besides, he had been testing out Thanksgiving meal ideas for nearly a month now so he wasn't about to skip on the big day.

The sous chef was busy bringing out platters of food to the buffet table while Gunther was taking an urgent phone call at the front desk. It seemed that back in Las Vegas, a very pregnant, very hormonal Delinda Deline was trying to cook her first Thanksgiving turkey. "Please stop crying, Deelinda," begged Gunther. "I'm sure Danny won't leave you for another woman because you forgot to put the stuffing in the bird."

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Turkey Cutlets with Cranberry Orange Stuffing
Green Bean Casserole
Gunther's Own Asparagus Casserole (Green Bean Casserole with Asparagus substituted for Green Beans)
Turducken
Stuffed Sweet Potatoes with Pecan and Marshmallow Streusel
Fresh Cranberry Relish (Not From A Can)
Apple Butter Pumpkin Pie

[Mod your own service today!]

mr-hippie.livejournal.com

Leo had somehow gotten hold of some bad pot. He was currently paranoid, and hiding under the counter.

Photo Hut is open.

montecito-east.livejournal.com

"Gunther? What the heck is that?" asked Mary, staring at the platter Gunther was carrying out from the kitchen.

"Turducken!" said Gunther enthusiastically. "I vatch Food Network last night. You take the chicken and stuff it in the duck, then stuff the duck inside the turkey with stuffing and sausage and roast it all together." The sous chef came running out of the kitchen with a carving knife, and Gunther started carving up his masterpiece.

Mary continued to gawk. "I think I'm sticking with safe and simple chicken noodle soup."

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Turducken
Chicken Noodle Soup
Potato Gratin

[OOC: It's the Union Reunion! Arms employees, please be sure to drop by and freak Mary out.]

[ETA: Welcome new teachers! Temporary lodging is available at the Arms. I should be around on and off all day or you can find me on AIM as evilthena if you have any questions.]

mr-hippie.livejournal.com

Leo had the vague impression that something really big and unpleasant had happened recently. But he could not for the life of him remember what. Also, where had this pie come from?

Photo Hut is open.

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

The memorial service was held on the flat hilltop overlooking the ocean, and at its edge rested an old-fashioned wooden boat, worn and weathered. There were chairs for those still too weak to stand and four torches, burning steadily, set in the ground at the four cardinal points. The day was bright and clear, a light breeze blowing out to sea, but despite that, the torches never flickered.

Karal, dressed in formal robes of black and gold, stood in front of the boat, waiting patiently while people arrived.

( When everyone had settled, he stepped forward and began to speak. )

[ooc: Word of the service was handwavily passed by word of mouth, and by way of announcement and on the radio. ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up!]

mr-hippie.livejournal.com

Leo leaned back in his chair and sighed with relief. This past week had been hell. He was just glad the body count hadn't been higher. But now it was time to get back to normal. There were photos to develop.

Photo Hut is open.

[ooc: last chance to talk to lucid and sober Leo]

southernbender.livejournal.com

Katara was almost completely unconscious in a cot but the Town Hall's makeshift hospital was ticking over like a well-oiled machine. Even as volunteers and doctors grew more and more tired, their dedication still won out as each patient was tended to carefully.

[OOC: And this is the last hospilinic post! The researchers are very close to a cure which will be administered over the course of the evening (IG and OOC). Please do be sure to ping in your sickies so they can get cured!]

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian hated feeling this helpless. The number of patients were growing, and nothing was relieving their symptoms. Even the kids with their magic mumbo jumbo could only bring fevers down for a short time.

He didn't want to admit defeat, but things were not looking good.

[ooc: ~~Wait for the OCD! May take a few minutes as we have another space on the floral T-day bingo card. And, also, the huge pile of sick people.~~ OCD is up, you may commence being ill.]

Current Mood: anxious

geniusdoctor.livejournal.com

Doogie was not at all happy about how the emergency clinic looked when he came in. There were too many people there, too many students, not to mention the baby, and he had a moment of feeling helpless before he pulled himself together and got down to business. There had to be something that could be done to help everyone.

[OCD of doom is up! I'm heading home right now, so if there are any problems, e-mail me at celestialnature@gmail.com and I'll fix them around 7:15 when I get home. Tags will be added then too.]

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian was upset when he found out one of the kids had died the day before and was pissed at himself for taking the day off. The island had been through a lot while he'd been here, but one of the kids dying was unacceptable. He was frustrated by his inability to reach anyone outside the island. No ordering more supplies, no consulting with contagious disease experts. If it had only been the adults sick he might have been trying to head for the hills to save his own ass, but he wasn't about to abandon the kids. They had to find a way to stop this. Especially because now a baby was sick.

[ooc: ~~Plz wait for the massive~~ OCD is up! Thursday mornings are a little crazy here, so I will probably be SP until noon or so. Comment notifications are off, so ping me in the OOC thread if you need me.

*pokes mods* Need tags for Harriet Jones and Grace Winchester, please!]

Current Mood: worried

mr-hippie.livejournal.com

Leo sat on a bench, brooding. He wanted to help, but he wasn't sure an old man like him wouldn't just get in the way. He had only the basic first aid training and that had been back in the war. There were no supply trucks to drive, and taking pictures was just useless just now. If it were trolls or something then he'd have some clue as to what to do.

[for a specific person, but it's the park, so open.]

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

It wasn't too long after the meeting at the school that the troopers and the school's security moved around the island. Two checkpoints were set up; one at the docks and one at the causeway to keep people from leaving that way. Troopers and school security were moving through the streets to keep an eye on things and to help a hand if necessary.

Roy himself seemed to be covering all the points at once. He was worried, but right now at least he had something tangible to do and he was intent on making sure no one would get to the mainland.

((~~Wait for OCD please.~~ OCD is up!

Fraser and Roy will be moving around town and the checkpoints continuously. If you want to talk to either of them, feel free to mod spotting them and we will tag in ASAP! Mmmmm uniforms.))

Current Mood: determined

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

Jolee had officially discovered the game of darts. This troubled Tino. Not the fact that he was playing, but the fact fact that the dartboard was in the lounge, Jolee was behind the bar, and he wasn't touching the darts.

Still, this was Fandom, even that wasn't too bad. But every now and then one of the mysteriously thrown darts would go way off target. It was bad when the bass player took a dart to the forehead. It was worse when the glass Tino was drinking something very strong out of shattered as a dart flew through it. If Tino didn't know better - and he didn't, actually - he'd think Jolee was doing that on purpose. The laughter the accompanied the occasional wild throws didn't help that thinking.

Jolee would probably stop when a customer entered. Just to keep messing with Tino.

[OOC: Around, huzzah!]

mr-hippie.livejournal.com

Leo spent most of Monday scraping the paint off the front window. Halloween was over for another year. Time to get rid of the decorations.

Photo Hut is Open.

itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com

Today, the lobby was quiet, spacious, and completely free of people. It was just the way a certain claustrophobic hotel worker liked it.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Miso Soup
Agedashidofu

[Open! Around until 5 PM and then SP after that.]

montecito-east.livejournal.com

There was a rather somber Mary behind the front desk today. Gunther thought that maybe she was sad about having to eventually say good-bye to Ed, so he kept bringing her more coffee and strudel even though he technically didn't serve food on Sundays.

[SP for me until this evening.]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

The Student Council had ~~handwavily~~ worked hard to put together a Parents' Weekend that couldn't be forgotten. And hopefully not because of invasions, animal transformations or strangely shaped fairies.

A good part of the Park was set up with brightly coloured tables and chairs for mingling, relaxing, or simply watching the rare idyllic peace of a small pond.

To the left is the registration table, where the all-important name tag can be received while to the right is tables of delicious food and drink all under the watchful eye of Security.

Above everything waved a banner proclaiming in big blue and gold letters: WELCOME FRIENDS AND FAMILY OF FANDOM ISLAND!

[OOC: There's now a second part of the picnic for browser-friendliness.

OCD for this post to get to threads: Registration Desk, Security, Food and Drink, Mingling]

a-phale.livejournal.com

Aziraphale had a bunch of cocktail napkins in fall colors, which he'd found quite conveniently located under the bar, next to the reglar white napkins. Of course, they probably hadn't been there until he'd decided to look, but that was the handy thing about being an angel.

Now he was sitting behind the bar, making wee origami turkeys in orange, yellow, and red.

Okay, so the turkeys looked kind of like ducks. Just go with it.

Tonight's Drink Specials
Spiced Apple Cider Martini
Pumpkin Spice
Spice Cake

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

When GOB opened up the bar tonight, the he was met by a man who looked, for lack of a better term, Swayze-ish. "Are you the new bouncer? Dalton?" GOB asked him.

The Swayze-ish man said, simply, "Yep. This is the place, then?"

GOB held out a hand to shake. "Yeah. GOB Bluth. I own this place." He gave Dalton an inquisitive look. "I thought you'd be bigger."

Dalton shook the hand and said, "I get that a lot."

GOB led Dalton into the club and showed him around.

[OOC: That's right, security is Dalton from Road House. He'll be at Caritas all week!

Caritas employees already know this, but if they're good with bar fights happening during their shifts, they just need to note it. That said, Dalton will break it up before it goes too far. Because he is that awesome. It's canon.

ETA: ROAD HOUSE ON CMT ON FRIDAY AT 8:00 ET and SATURDAY AT 5:00 ET. WOO!

ETA2: NEXT FRIDAY AND SATURDAY. I LOSE AT KNOWING WHAT WEEK IT IS.]

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

He had to do it. The Banana Costume of Doom. It wasn't too bad, he supposed. Just hot. Really hot. Good thing Maeby wasn't here to see him sweltering to death.

( Menu Board )

palestshadow.livejournal.com

Naminé was rather enjoying her fall term at Fandom. She had art class again, and that inspired her to re-use one of her older specials.

HELP US MAKE FINA BEAUTIFUL
Bring us art for our wall décor
And we will give you free dessert

After all, one could never have too much art.

Café Fina was open.

Current Mood: artistic

a-phale.livejournal.com

A successful first class of the semester had Aziraphale feeling particularly chipper as he went about opening up the Nest. He was still dressed in his snazzy "teacher suit", seeing no point in changing for the evening. Once the drink specials were written up, he put some upbeat swing music on the jukebox and hummed to himself as he worked behind the bar.

Tonight's Drink Specials
Too Cool for School
Teacher's Pet
School Bus

mr-hippie.livejournal.com

Did Nirvana count as classic rock yet? Cause that's what Leo was listening to today.

The sign was still up in the window, as he was still hoping for more days off.

( cut for image )

The sign in the window said "HELP WANTED".

ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com

There was a strange lump in the grass; the lump was a girl, a young woman, with crooked limbs bent comfortably uncomfortably, looking up at the sky and thinking about how she was never going to get used to the sun not setting at six o'clock exactly. Sunsets were old fashioned, thought Adah, thought Adah's good friend Oscar. Denoihsaf dlo erew stesnus. She was waiting for the sunset; she was waiting for her body to catch up from her day's traveling around the small down, marveling at its strange stone building, stone streets, as much a wonder to her as Atlanta had been when she'd stepped off the noisy, crowded, jolting bus and onto ground strangely, unnaturally solid. No red dust on her once-white sneakers, but there was now doing to be grass stains on her skirt from the cool blades beneath her. She ran the fingers on her left had idly through them.

The backwards of a sunset was a sunrise, but poetry of sunsets, backwards, were not, and she recited them in her head.

Past long things than more rememberance in writ,
Last sweetest is sweet, of taste, last as the
close, the at music and sun setting the.

It would be a while before Adah would feel herself ready to return to the dorms, to brave those stairs again. After her class, she chose to explore than return right away. She'd have to return soon. Soon. Not yet. Just soon.

[[ open as parks be ]]

mr-hippie.livejournal.com

Leo had the sign up in the window again, and put some classic Rock on the stereo.

"Let the midnight special, shine the light on me..."

( cut for image )

The sign in the window said "HELP WANTED".

Current Music: Midnight Special

mr-hippie.livejournal.com

( cut for image )

The sign in the window said "HELP WANTED".

mr-hippie.livejournal.com

The following sign is up in the window:

NEW KIDS ARE COMING!
TAKE PICTURES OF THEM
AS THEY ENCOUNTER FANDOM!
GET THEM DEVELOPED HERE!
OR EVEN BUY THE CAMERA HERE.

sensethevisions

It was Phoebe's last shift at Caritas and she was feeling a bit mopey about it.

She wandered around the club, making sure everything was in its rightful place for the last time. She helped duct tape the zombies back together and she even hugged the leader.

Back behind the bar, she straightened things up, and she and Tino had a toast... or two.

Caritas is open.

exwatcher.livejournal.com

Giles finished putting up the sign and stood back to check out the effect.

Back to School Special: 15% off all focus crystals and study charms

Hopefully that would help move that extra shipment of crystals he'd just received.

The Magic Box was open.

water-wonder.livejournal.com

Tori set out on a run through the park, concentrating on the run and nothing else.

It was a nice day out and exercising was good.

[OOC: Open!]

Current Mood: contemplative

surferboy-09er.livejournal.com

Dick had only been on vacation for one day and already he was bored. So he headed down to work early and decided to take his sweet ass time setting things up. Which didn't take as long as he wanted it to.

So now him and Tino were doing the Pepsi challenge. With the cheap beer.

mr-hippie.livejournal.com

Today is the day we give babies away
With half a pound of tea.
If you know any ladies who want any babies
Just send them round to me.

Leo was in a weird mood today. That and for some reason he'd gotten a delivery of a lot of baby pictures, all in clever outfits.

Photo Hut is open.

montecito-east.livejournal.com

Gunther and the rest of the staff were thrilled to see that Mary was no longer a cat, but they were a little worried when Mary showed up with a bottle of scotch. No one knew about the message that upset her so much and Mary wasn't about to start talking.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Join us for afternoon tea.

Link to previous week's menu

[OOC: Open! Mary's human again, but she's going to be really upset and not entirely herself. ETA: What Mary says about her father is NFB, but everything else is okay.]

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

She had meant to have her Grand Opening on Monday, but rather too much absinthe on Sunday night had thoroughly crimped that plan. So instead, Tink sauntered in late Wednesday morning and put the last-minute finishing touches on her store.

The sign still hung in the window where she had placed it on Saturday:

( cut for image )

Pixie Dust
Fine Apparel and Accessories

Very nice. And in tiny writing on the door, there was now also:

T. Bell, proprietress

And there was a new sign in the corner of the window, hopefully eye-catching:

ASSISTANCE WANTED
Employees Receive Employee Discount

Very nice. Tink approved. Now, all she needed was customers.

(OOC: Open! Note info here.)

a-phale.livejournal.com

With Wilson and Lucifer out of town, Aziraphale found he had quite a lot of time on his hands. So he'd spent the day reading up some more on bartending. And, well, just reading in general.

There might also have been some research on the moral implications of casting curses, as they pertained to beings that didn't technically have Original Sin. No reason, really.

Tonight's Drink Specials
Evil Spell
Enchantress
Gin and Sin

queen-of-zagreb.livejournal.com

Yitzhak was feeling a little bit friendly today -- thus the clean-shaven, made up, glammed-out, and stunningly feminine look.

Was it a coincidence that the dress of choice for the day was pink? Well, of course not -- the color could use a little bit of redemption, and really, who better to pull that off?

Yitzhak as bizarre fashionplate Jesus figure? Scary, scary thought -- but Luke's is open.

a-phale.livejournal.com

Aziraphale made short work of readying the club, writing up the specials, and putting the music on the jukebox. Then he settled on a stool behind the bar and poured himself a glass of the strongest Scotch Lucifer had in stock.

He figured he'd earned it today.

Today's Drink Specials:
Nutty Bitch
Winds of War martini
French Revolution

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

It was dark by the time Wilson reached Fandom, quite dark and quite late but he wasn't really aware of the time.

He'd spent most of the drive remember the good times with House and quietly mourning the loss of what had been a very important friendship in his life. Wilson tried to tell himself that he shouldn't think in terms of absolutes but he had to accept the fact that it was going to be awhile before he could even think of speaking to House again.

These thoughts stuck with him as he pulled his luggage out of the boot of the Aston Martin and began to make his way through the streets of Fandom. He made it as far as the park before being distracted by a certain park bench.

For some strange reason, he'd remembered that tonight was supposed to be the most active night for the Perseid Meteors and it seemed a good idea to sit down on the bench and perhaps search the night sky for the bright streaks of atmospheric fireworks. Setting his luggage behind the bench, Wilson settled down and looked up towards the night sky in an attempt to remind himself that the week's past events were actually quite small in the grand scheme of things.

[ooc: It's a parks and parks are open...even late in the evening! :)]

montecito-east.livejournal.com

After talking to Robin last night at the bar, Mary listened to the radio last night to hear more about the new temporary principal. She was really amused to hear that PDA had been banned and wondered how the new temporary principal would "enjoy" Sin City.

There was a note from River at the front desk which made Mary was eager to meet the new guest and see why she was so unhappy.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Join us for afternoon tea.
Public Displays of Affection are welcome.

( Menu )

[Open! I'm definitely around today with occasional SP due to a migraine.]

a-phale.livejournal.com

After a ~~totally handwavy~~ shopping trip to the mainland with Wilson, Aziraphale was all spiffed out in one of the new suits he'd bought. A very expensive new suit. It looked quite good on him.

He had a slip of paper in his pocket, which he intended for a certain shirt-destroying Prince of Hell.

Tonight's Drink Specials
Lucifer's Tears
A Short Trip to Hell
SHe's Paying

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew rushed to the Magic Box after his class. He was opening it a bit late, but he had switched shifts with Mr. Giles this week and was told that it was okay.

Unlocking the door, he ran back behind the counter and quickly adopted that "lulled into boredom" look that often comes with hours of uneventful work.

The Magic Box is open for all your witching and wizarding needs!

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

There was a sign posted at the front door:

G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Third Annual
Three Minute Dates @ Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

However, the sign fell over because GOB had bought really cheap sign-making materials. But if people didn't know about the event, that wouldn't necessarily stop GOB from roping them in.

On the stage at precisely 5:55 PM, the familiar opening of "The Final Countdown" blared and GOB strutted out onto the stage to set the mood. With illusions. There was the standard prancing and hankies and brandishing of knives, and it ended after a couple minutes with GOB wheeling a heart-shaped ring of fire out onto stage and releasing a flock of doves to fly through it.

After Tino got the resulting minor fire under control, GOB stepped up to the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, it doesn't matter who you are. If you're a dateless wonder or a complete slut, this night is for you. You'll get to meet several people of some gender and maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to convince them to come home with you. And that, my friends, is the magic--" a large blast of smoke went off behind GOB and a banner that looked much like the sign up from - aside from the fact that the banner had yet to fall apart - dropped down behind GOB, "-- of Three Minute Dates at Caritas. My name is GOB Bluth and I'll be your host."

"When I call your name and the name of someone else, you will find each other, look longingly into each others' eyes, and figure out whether or not you give a damn about whatever they're talking about. If you do, remember that for later because you'll have to do the same thing four more times and then it's a battle of trying to figure out who you want to do more! And if everything goes!"

"Oh, and we had way too many guys again so enjoy your gay dates. Oh, and Round 4 is the gay round so everyone have fun, especially the ladies!"

[OOC: Three minutes equals ten comments for our purposes. That's five comments per person. Try your very best to get it wrapped up in that time. You do NOT have to do these in chronological order. Do them as people are available. Just try not to Joss yourself.

Remember, if you slap someone, you will be teleported out of the club and will have to make your way back.

If you can't get through all of your dates today, you can slowplay, don't worry!

Any necessary announcements will be made up here.

OCD IS UP! Thanks and have fun!]

deandestroyer.livejournal.com

Somewhere not far from Fandom, a bus full of very smart people was broken down. One decided to continue on the path to the island and tell them what was going on (he didn't have a cell phone, unfortunately) while the others attempted to fix the bus. Unfortunately, not a one of them had a degree in bus repair.

In Fandom, Dean Drax was disappointed that it was the day of the Academic Fair and none of his guests had shown up yet. Only one of them had even sent anything, some guy named Dex. Apparently he was going to lecture on aeronautics and robotics so he sent a model airplane. Of course. Because that was very scholarly.

Nevertheless, Drax put the airplane up at a stand in the park under a sign reading "Airplane. Feel smarter yet?" He feared that this was probably going to be considered to be the peak of his deanship.

After the model had been in place for about twenty minutes, Drax noticed something odd. There was a slight hissing sound throughout the park. He looked around and noticed that there were some very large snakes lurking. They seemed friendly enough, though. Drax sought one out and picked it up. It stared at him for a moment before its eyes glowed blue. Just then, Drax heard fanfare that lasted about half a minute. With a feeling of dread at the way this was going to turn out, Drax looked up. All he managed to say was, "It's--!"

And then a giant foot came from the sky and squished Drax into the ground with an inappropriate farty noise. When he would come to much later, Drax would truly hate today.

[OOC: Due to a lack of guest stars for the academic fair, the plan has changed a tiny bit, barely noticeable. There are moddable pythons in the park. They're friendly, if a little odd, and if they touch you (which they will certainly be trying to do) you will participate in a Monty Python sketch/scene. Feel free to pair up or go solo and rip off Flying Circus or the movies for this. Go nuts but remember, it's a comm, no NSFW.

The snakes will only be appearing in the park, but you're free to wander out into town after being Pythonized and interact with bewildered people there. Please note that once you've roughly completed the sketch/scene, you will be back to normal and remember what you just did.

Please note that while it may be clear to anyone really paying attention that the model airplane is in fact a cursed object that has brought this silly fate upon the park, the pythons will prevent anyone from getting to it. If you try, you will make a python go all glowy eyes and you will be turned into a Gumby. There is a plan for getting it all taken care of, I swear.

Oh, and Monty Python itself should probably be metaed if you feel you must compare these events to the acts of the comedy troupe, but I'd prefer it if you didn't touch on that at all, pretty please.

So, have fun! YouTube, Wikipedia, and Googling online transcripts are your friends! The sketches listed in the OCD threads are merely suggestions. You can go with any Python sketch you want. Doubling up on the same sketch is fine.

Dex is from Sky Captain, btw. Done with OOC notes, I swear.]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny didn't make it to Caritas last night ~~bad lj bad.~~ He wasn't feeling that great and turned in early. So here he was this morning, at work, in his suit ready to try and pick up any chicks if they happened to come in. Time was running out and he had to get this homework assignment done. Maaan!

(ooc: Chicks, he will try to pick you up if you come in. Let me know ooc-ly if that is cool, yo.)

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---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

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