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"THAT'S TOO MUCH ORANGE ZEST, ARE YOU BLIND?"

"GRAB THE BUTTER, YOU MORON!"

Vincent and the cook were watching the Food Network in the kitchen. Priestly sat on a counter behind them both, taking notes.

Eliot was avoiding the whole thing. And occasionally muttering about backseat chefs. And wondering when this weekend was going to end.

Today's specials
Spicy Orange Zest Beef
Oven roasted potatoes with orange zest
Orange cookies with sweet orange glaze

"The words 'orange zest' have lost all meaning," Priestly noted. Eliot sighed in agreement.

Luke's was open.

[and OCD free, and totally ripped off this, which was brought to my attention by the incomparable

heromaniac.]

walkswithcoyote

Mercy wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but she'd decided to find a place where she could observe without looking too much like she was just staring at people.

Besides, the Perk had great hot chocolate.

So, she'd settled in with a cup of hot chocolate and a pastry to enjoy some people watching.

The handsome guy in the corner with dark sunglasses, well... he looked as if he might be doing some surveillance as well.

[Completely open! Both Mercy and Michael Samuelle are here.]

not_in_the_book

"Caled, Gawain, opposite ends of the table, I don't want to have to tell you again, Betty and Pandora, you, too, no, Betty, I do not care that I am not your father. Katrina, no magic at the table, I don't care if you're on post-Ordeal power levels. Peach, no pretending that you're on Ordeal, and no hitting Katrina because she's younger and already gone through it. Trust me, it'll happen for you, and probably before I'm ready for it.

"Katrina, no magic at the table."

Ronan looked around at his fellow 'parents'. "I give up. I'm leaving them to all of you and running away to Mongolia."

[Specifically for the brood and the associated and sundry parents, but open for all your steakhouse (and Nolan/Halliwell/Parker/Evans/Hercules AU kid) needs! We're all going to be a little bit slow for the next little bit, between homework, Wrestlemania, and GoT, but we are aroooooound.]

not-the-irs.livejournal.com

Now firmly under the control of Mr. White, the Auditors were becoming a little... more coordinated. They had found some of their powers failing that morning, which was terrifying, but then Mr. White had given them that look and they had given in to their bodies' apprehensiveness and scurried off.

Now...

"We must learn more," Mr. White crowed loudly. "Most of the humans are in there." He pointed at the school. "That is a fact."

The hundreds of Auditors gathered in front of him nodded meekly.

"So we must study it from the inside," he continued, "This is also a fact."

Another unanimous nodding session.

"Those inhabiting the town are also of interest," he added, "Which is also a fact."

More nodding.

"They have proven hostile so far. Also a fact. That means we can only conclude one thing."

He held up the axe. A good chunk of the Auditors held up their own weapons, mostly because they didn't want to be singled out for another experiment.

"CHARGE!" Mr. White yelled.

The throat protested. Interesting.

Seven hundred Auditors charged through the streets of Fandom.

[[ ocd up! Have at! Note that after this, all of Fandom besides the school and dorms is gone, so be sure to read the OCD. Also, if you need an excuse to get your character out of the affected areas, the Auditors are everywhere and they're going to be very hard to miss. ]]

bigdamnprincipal

For as long as Zoe could remember, she'd always had to be the solid one in any given group. When Wash had died, she'd known instantly that she couldn't let her emotions show in front of anyone but the ghost in her quarters. It was Mal's job to fly off the handle, to swear and shoot people, and it was her job to be a rock, and to bring him back to stability.

In Fandom, the situation was very much the same every time something terrible happened. Zoe knew that no matter how bad things got, she had to be strong, because falling apart in front of the students, or even the teachers, just wasn't an option.

Which, she supposed, made Anakin her Mal here, if only because imagining Deadpool in tight pants made Zoe's brain do things it oughtn't.

Cameron was gone. Her family was gone. Only Grace was left, and that was because Zoe wasn't letting her more than an arms length away. Her ~~handwavey~~ radio call for an emergency town hall meeting wasn't just about gathering information and rallying everyone together, although it was certainly damn time for that. Hopefully, it would provide a good head count for who was still left on the island. However many people came, it wouldn't be enough to make Zoe feel better, but maybe it would be a start.

[OCD is up! Have at it!]

nohattrick.livejournal.com

Of everyone who worked at Portalocity, Trick only knew Dugal. But he couldn't read the missive that the main office had sent out without getting a small lump in his throat. He'd seen enough doomed, heroic charges to know one when he saw one.

"Síocháin Deep na tonnta ag rith a thabhairt duit.
Síocháin Deep an aeir ag sileadh a thabhairt duit.
Síocháin Deep an domhain ciúin a thabhairt duit.
Síocháin Deep de na réaltaí ag taitneamh a thabhairt duit.
Síocháin Deep na síochána gan teorainn a thabhairt duit."

The ancient Gaelic prayer rose to his lips before he knew it and he set out decanters of fine Irish whiskey in their honor.

And also to help him get through the day when people heard that portals would be closed after tomorrow, but mostly for them.

Flipping the sign to 'open,' Trick waited for his first customers.

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

charming_thief

bigdamnprincipal

Although the weekend was almost over, the esteemed alumni of Fandom High were not getting away without one last get-together. The park had been deemed too cold for the event, so the community center had been set up again with tasteful blue and yellow streamers and real flowers on the tables, although there might have been a few paper flowers still lying around from last night too.

There was plenty of food just waiting to be eaten, and if someone asked nicely, they might be able to acquire a drink or two as well. It was five o'clock somewhere.

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 ]]

glacial_queen

Karla walked, yes walked, into the Church. God, it felt so GOOD to be free from those annoying and painful braces, free to finally move around with grace and freedom. It was a miracle, an honest and true miracle, that had freed her from the dreaded injuries that had made her unable to walk unaided.

And, like a good girl, she'd come to thank her savior. Now he just had to show up.

The church was somehow dimly lit, even though it was a bright day outside; the lit candles around the altar filling the church with an eerie and kind of gloomy glow. Karla stood mostly in shadow, the gold of her hair and alabaster of her skin contrasting with the darkness of the leather catsuit that clung to her perfectly muscled and fit form.

She had made a deal in order to be freed from her condition. And now it was time to live up to it.

Honestly? Karla couldn't wait to start.

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

Since the last time Father Ned had been on this island, he'd traveled the world, tending to flocks far and wide. His work, the work of God, was never completed and Father Ned refused to let Him down. Despite the fact that he'd been to so many places and seen so many things, this island held a special place in his heart. It was riddled with comas, drugs, sex and other evil things but he found himself drawn here like a train car to a conveniently placed cliff.

Father Ned pulled out a chair and stood up on it, deciding here, where people would come and go, was as good a place as anywhere to begin his altruistic mission.

"Friends, listen to my words," he started, holding a hand in the air to quiet the masses (because masses always came to hear him speak). "I am here today to speak to you about the evils of...Christmas shopping. Why, you might be asking yourself, could something where you are giving be considered evil? Because, my sheep, when you are giving a gift, you are telling that other person that you want SEX."

Father Ned was a terrible priest who didn't see all sides of the argument. As evidenced by this sermon.

"When you go out and buy an expensive piece of jewelry, you are telling the receiver of that gift that you expect payment in the form of CARNAL RELATIONS later in the day. This, my friends, CANNOT BE. Christmas shopping is all about the pursuit of SEX! The more ornately wrapped your gift is, the more SEX you expect to get. Or, even worse, you except KINKY things to occur that would make God shudder. You are telling the receiver of your gift that you expect them to dress up in leather or you expect them to let them practice their knot tying with one of their favorite silk ties. My friends, I leave you with this. When someone gives you a Christmas gift, GIVE IT BACK! Making the giver return that gift is telling everyone around them that you REJECTED THEIR ADVANCES. There is no need for Christmas shopping. NO NEED. Don't go Christmas shopping and you will remain FOREVER CLEAN."

With that, Father Ned gave the masses (there were masses, of course) a serene smile and stepped off his chair to take his seat.

[lololol IDEK. anyway, yes, Ned is Father Ned, out to give horrible sermons all over the place. open place in town so open!]

Current Mood: PREACHY

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker had stayed away from the dance last night. So she was staying away from the brunch, too. Antisocial? Sue her.

She left a couple text messages for friends to let them know where she was, and settled in with a cocoa.

[ooc: expecting a few, but open to talk to Parker, and for all your coffee needs.]

tyler_gone

Tyler paced the gym barefoot as the fighters assembled. "Graduates," he began. "Students. Teachers. People who work in town. Miscellaneous others. Welcome to fight club."

"We're glad to have you here," Ghanima continued smoothly. "But if you're here, you fight. If, for some reason you cannot fight, we ask you stay towards the back. This isn't a place for voyeurism. If you want a show, go find a television."

"Ghanima, you speak my language," Tyler informed her., before turning back to the group. "Two people to a fight, fights end when someone goes limp or says stop. We are not trying to kill each other here; we're trying to train. We're trying to improve. Got questions, ask one of us." He looked at his cohort. "Anything else?"

"Rules are on the door," she said crisply, "but we're happy to answer any inquires you may have."

"Now go hit the mats or go home."

[OOC: Preplayed with

atreideslioness. Up early for SP; guests welcome.]

water-wonder.livejournal.com

Tori had been wandering through town for a good portion of the day and decided a stop at the Perk was necessary.

She ordered a cup of coffee and a slice of pound cake. She was definitely going to hit up J,GOB before she left. Maybe she'd bring some pastries home to the guys. Picking a table near the window, Tori took a seat, sipping her coffee slowly. She'd missed Fandom.

[OOC: Open to all!]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

After settling in at the hotel, Isabel made a call then headed out to the Perk. There were people to catch up with.

She ordered a mocha and took a seat, carefully looking around to see if any random weetiny animals were about. There were certain kinds of Fandom weirdness that she missed.

Current Mood: happy

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

After (a) waking up on freaking Galactica Point with Ronan, and (b) showering for about an hour to get the sea smell out of her hair, Parker felt... almost human. Nicotine-deprived, mildly hungover, and in caffiene withdrawal, but human. Now. If only they made amnesia in pill form, she'd be all set! Until then, there was pastry.

[open open open, especially if you encountered Parker at any point this weekend, sane or Soap Opera'd
ETA: The Isabel thread is last, but feel free to ping in with a 'previous' thread, or use for your own J,GOB and facepalming needs.]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Which is arbitrarily timed for a convenient point after sunset.

Parker waited for Ronan to get her totally convenient note, and conveniently concealed her weapons of husband disposal, and concentrated on being Sad. Wistful. Woebegone.

Can't have him suspecting *too* soon, after all.

Woe!

[for one, but of course, anyone can wander by, boat by, be on the beach, or witness the next bit from a convenient telescope on the lighthouse. DUN-DUNNN!]

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

The part of Jolee Bindo will now be played by Don Cheadle.

Jolee - wearing his trademark suit and a smile that made him look 20 years younger - was still complaining. "Dammit, Tino. I don't have time to open my own booze to feed my horrible addiction. Help me out, man! I'm old!" His hair and relative lack of wrinkles disagreed with that statement.

Suddenly Jolee stopped and his British personality, Molee, took over. "Oh, I am sorry, old chap. It's my advanced age, you see. It makes my mate Jolee a tad grumpy. If you would be so kind, please do not serve him any more liquor. He has a horrible addiction and it shouldn't be fed."

Tino didn't pay any attention to any of this. He was too busy waxing his weaselly mustache.

[OOC: Open. Who knows which personality you might get if you don't choose to mod Tino?

Sorry about the delay with pings. My phone rang and then a friend expected me to hold a conversation. How rude of him.]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker was wandering through the woods, much like Maleficent or Snow White's Stepmother, gathering poison things and singing a malevolent tune to frighten the squirrels away.

Boil them up
Cut them up
Slice them up
Yum!
Stab them
Knife them
Slice them
Dice them
Burn their little ears...

Still working on that death plot for Ronan, of course.

[ooc: for one! But you can wander through and miss seeing the plottery, or use the woods for your own nefarious purposes at your leisure.]

solo_sword

Jaina was getting married today! She was very excited, because even though John hit on her thinking she was her sister once she'd stolen Brooke's identity and only wanted the Skywalker diamond mine, he was still all she ever wanted. And now she would own his ass.

The park had been done up to look nearly as beautiful as she did, and the duck pond would be a lovely backdrop for the wedding.

[Anyone can say they got an invite. And Winchesters can just crash. It's SOW, yo. Wait for OCD!]

Current Mood: happy

laidanegg.livejournal.com

Dick woke up on a park bench. He wasn't sure how he got here, but he did know one thing definitively... "It was all just a dream," he said. But he said it quietly so that nobody might hear it. In fact, at the moment it seemed as if his entire purpose was to be in the background if anyone with an actual speaking part wandered by.

He was an extra. And he was suddenly reading a newspaper in order to guarantee that there was no eye contact made with more important people.

[OOC: Park is open for any parkly needs. Dick will not talk to anyone in the post. He may, however, move slightly in the background. Please don't mind him.]

willbedone.livejournal.com

Willow was back for Homecoming, of course. She wanted to see her friends again, and all the things that she missed about the island, like the squirrels and of course coffee.

Coffee could be handled easily, which was why she was at the Perk.

This was all perfectly normal.

Much as it was entirely normal that for some reason Willow couldn't stop pondering about a lampshade that was hanging near her table.

Just one of those Fandom things.

[open!]

Current Mood: contemplative

solo_sword

It was supposed to be Brooke who opened Caritas today, all part of her new job. Unfortunately for Brooke, her twin sister Jaina had attempted to kill her while she was suffering from a rare tropical disease.

Unfortunately for Jaina, she hadn't actually killed Brooke, who was now just comatose in the clinic, so the fact that she was opening up Caritas and telling a mustachioed Tino that she was Brooke in order to steal her new perfect life might come back to bite her. Just maybe.

[Omg yay SOW! I'm around, ~~though I'll be slow for linkgrabbing.~~ Done! Catching up and playing now!]

Current Mood: devious

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Already, it had been a very odd day for Hermaphroditus Sparkles, and that was saying a lot, living the life he did. He knew it would be better come this evening, when he would go out and shine in his element, but, for now, there was drifting in the park, contemplating the letter in his hand that was addressed to his birth name, that lost little girl Calliope Stephanides.

Finally, though, a bit away from the duck pond, where the careless fowl went about their careless lives, he took a seat at the bench and pulled out the letter, which he'd already read countless times:

( Honey mou... )

Reading through it again, Hermaphroditus still felt a catch in his throat; he let out a gasp of a sob and held the letter tightly to his tissue-enhanced breast. Oh, yia yia! But somehow...somehow...it was like he'd known all along.

[[ yeeeeaaaaah, i don't know. OPEN, though! ]]

blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com

Viki was Viki and therefore herself today. Which meant, really, that no matter whom everyone else was… she didn’t much care.

Why should she? She was not them, and did not wish to be them as she was quite content with herself and that was, well, that.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today’s Specials
Marbled Mocha-Orange Cheesecake

idontlooktired.livejournal.com

It was the Grads' Brunch in the park today, as the brightly coloured banner -- CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2008! -- indicated.

There were lots of tables and chairs set up in the park, under sails for shade, and long tables groaning under the weight of the food and drink. Not just traditional ~~moddable~~ brunch foods, but a wide selection of ~~also moddable~~ greek dishes and delicacies.

Coffees, teas, punch, juices and softdrink were only some of the ~~also also moddable are you sensing a theme here?~~ wide range of drinks.

Music played quietly in the background, the speakers hanging from the trees, and bocce ball and croquet had been set up. There was even space for dancing, a hard floor having been laid over the grass between the trees.

It may be the Grads' Brunch, but everyone was welcome! Come and congratulate the class of 2008!

[ooc: What it says up there! This is a picnic to celebrate the 2008 graduates and their guests, but it's open to all of Fandom.

Plz wait for OCD

OCD? We has it.]

montecito-east.livejournal.com

Today's arrivals would find a large banner with the words "Congratulations Graduates" greeting them as they stepped into the lobby. Mary was waiting at the front desk with the guest register and a lot of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. Normally Friday would be River's day and River would have cookies, but Mary felt bad making her work on graduation weekend and gave her the day off.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Chicken, Fig, and Pancetta Bites
Artichoke Toasts
Mozzarella Cherry Tomatoes and Basil Skewers
Gunther's Special Lobster and Portobello Mushroom Dumplings

[Up early since tomorrow morning may be crazy. SP until I get back from work after 3 PM CDT.]

montecito-east.livejournal.com

Mary typically did not work in the lobby on Sundays, but she made the exception since it was the last day of Homecoming weekend. She even managed to persuade Gunther to bring coffee and strudel to the lobby.

[OOC: Open for anyone checking-out or wanting to say good-bye before the alumni leave the island. I'll be afk until this evening.]

iqof39.livejournal.com

The park had been set up with several booths and tents for vendors for the first, um, semi-annual Monthly Market. There'd be plenty of areas to shop around and mingle, and it was all cleaned up from yesterday's carnival, really. It just so hapened that the place might get all messed up again really quickly today, too.

[Plz be waiting for OCD.]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Much of the glitter had fallen to the floor and the snowmen were starting to look a bit dingey but the music was still playing, the punch was still flowing and the greatest hits of Fandom past and presents weren't about to be stopped.

[OOC: Post is very SP friendly, OCD ~~threads need to go up before pinging in~~ IS UP AND POST IS OPEN!]

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

Mary had told her that it might be busy today with the alumni's arriving for homecoming. River had put a plate with cookies on the desk for visitors, to make it feel more welcoming. She had also discovered the fascinating world of savoury muffins, not that sweet and savoury was a distinction she found of major importance..

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Tuna and mayonaise muffins
Scampi and cranberry sauce muffins
Mint and artichoke muffins

The Arms Hotel is open.

Current Mood: chipper

once-a-king.livejournal.com

The first thing that might be noticed when students walked into the Town Hall was the towering stone troll statues that had been dragged in to grace the corners of the dance floor. It being Homecoming and a semi-formal dance, the trolls were decked out appropriately in hats, glitter, and togas. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, some twined with streamers and some dripping glitter and confetti across the dance floor.

The walls were decorated with blown up pictures of significant events at Fandom: Graduations, the school blowing up, the Christmas pageants, plays, carnivals, zombies, all the moments that make Fandom Fandom. Given a place of honour on the walls were a mock up of an exploding volcano, a massive gremlin in a bow tie, and, of course, the Stickbug flag.

Large lit up snowmen congregated around the punch bowl against a snowy backdrop and across the ballroom near the stage, there was a mural of large dinosaurs reaching up to enjoy a glittery streamer dinner. The wall of the door though had the biggest picture of all - a painting of the island at night from across the water.

As students dropped off their wraps, they were pointed to vote for Homecoming Court then encouraged to proceed into the ballroom.

[OOC: Chaperones and Security please ping in as soon as possible. The second post will be going up in about five hours (or when browsers start to break) but this post is very SP friendly. ~~PLEASE wait for the~~ OCD is UP and POST IS OPEN]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

More Homecoming Carnival action!

[[OOC: ETA: Links to threads for those whose browsers can't open the whole post:

Kissing Booths
Dunk Tanks
Pie Tossing
OOC

The Homecoming Carnival is open to all residents of Fandom. Weather modding says that any showers predicted for today will miss the island completely. It is a lovely fall day, if a bit warm. This is post number two. It has the kissing booth, dunk tank and pie throwing. Please don't comment until the target pings in. The first post is here. OCD is up! Have fun!]]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

A series of tents (in various sizes) and covered walkways had sprung up all over the park by midday. There were lots of open spaces, but one could easily get to any part of the carnival without venturing out into the sunlight. Only some of the seating and the big rides - the Ferris wheel, swings, and merry-go-round sat out in the open.

The sounds and smells reached all inhabited parts of the island and it was hard to miss all of the bright colors.

[[OOC:

ETA:

Links to threads for those whose browsers can't open the whole post:

Concessions
Tables and Chairs

Rides:
Ferris Wheel
Carousel
Swings
Funhouse
Tunnel of Love
Bumper Cars
Tilt-a-Whirl
House of Mirrors

Games:
Beanbag Toss
Whack-a-Gremlin
Strength Test
Target Practice
Duck Pond
Sand Sculptures

Mud pit!

OOC

The Homecoming Carnival is open to all residents of Fandom. Weather modding says that any showers predicted for today will miss the island completely. It is a lovely fall day, if a bit warm. This is post one of two and has the concessions, seating, games, rides, and the mud pit which are all free to mod. The second post is here. OCD is up! Have fun!]]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker held the door for Karal as they entered, grinning at him. "So, what's your favorite flavor of candy, or fruit? Chocolate? Vanilla? Strawberries, blueberries..."

[ooc: for

vkandis_son, but open for all your ice cream needs]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker tapped her fingers on the check-in desk while she waited for Isabel, possibly Angela, and any of the others she ~~hand-wavily~~ invited to the spa today.

"Sven's free today, right?"

[open to any of Isabel & Parker's friends. Very limited OCD now up.]

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod opened the bar on time ~~as opposed to this post~~ and waited to see whether or not any of the new students came in. He set out candles and lit them, so the entire bar looked much better.

The zombies didn't really care much one way or the other, and tuned up carefully for a capella and acoustic night.

[ooc: Jarod's here until 11 pm EST, or please mod Tino (also mod Tino for large groups)]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal had woken early, as was his habit, and quietly dressed in riding clothes before walking up to saddle Trenor. Altra had said there was nothing he had to do today, information he wasn't entirely certain how to react to, because there was always something to be done.

Rather than allow the morning to go to waste, he led Trenor down to the beach. He knew what a beach was, in theory, he'd read tales and histories that centred around the sea. But Karse was a landlocked country and he had never before seen the ocean.

That would be why he was standing, staring out at it in awe, while Trenor shook his head and pawed the sand.

[ooc: Karal is here to run into someone in particular, but completely open, as beaches are wont to be.]

roadhousequeen.livejournal.com

Ellen went into work a little late, having been on the phone half the day, talking Ash through clean-up on a minor fire. He was okay (and Ellen had some suspicions on how he'd managed to start a fire in his room, of all places), but she felt better that he'd called her immediately, even if she was already feeling tired just from hearing him so anxious.

In honor of the "occasion", she put up a sign as she opened the bar.

Prairie Fires 1/2 Off (water on tap for easy extinguishing)

[ooc: okay, errand popped up that cannot wait, will be back asap.]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker had phoned Jack and Cedric, and then gone to drag Isabel to the Causeway, insisting that she'd be sad to miss the surprise. "Seriously. You'll like this. And besides, we need to get away from the newbies."

She checked her watch, then grinned as she saw the surprise arriving, turning Isabel around so she couldn't see. "Hang on... Five... four... three... two... one!"

She whipped her hand off Isabel's face. "Happy late birthday!"

And Isabel's present from her parents rolled to a slow stop in front of her.

krycek-rat.livejournal.com

They'd packed everything already and there'd been couriers by earlier to take their things from the dorms. The rooms looked very empty with all of it gone.

Now it was just them and a duffel bag each. Krycek suggested a last cup of coffee before they left - how could Jake say no? Jake got his froofy mocha thing, Krycek his black, no sugar, and they found a table to sit and enjoy their last couple hours in Fandom.

[OOC: ~~Wait for some OCD plz~~ Have at!. Hijacking the Perk for the boys to say goodbye. Feel free to wander by, hear about them being there handwavily, or get an equally handwavy call to let you know about it. *sniffle*]

Current Mood: quixotic

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory had been in the park for a good chunk of the afternoon, setting things up ~~through the power of her wavy, wavy hands~~. There were white cloth-covered tables with red bouquets as centerpieces, and chairs for sitting, food for eating (including a cake that had been sent earlier that afternoon, courtesy of a certain undead-type in Los Angeles), and tiny white lights strung up through the trees, as well as some tasteful and simple white and red chintz wrapped around the trunks.

If it looked like another engagement party Rory had once attended (but with a different color scheme), well, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

[~~please to be waiting for OCD.~~ OCD IS UP. Open to all! Yes, posted crazy early because my schedule sucks. Cake is courtesy of

notstakedyet, who obviously couldn't physically be here himself but sent something along anyway. :)]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker was just a tiny bit wired.

She'd already had two mochas and was working on a third, her cap and gown on the chair next to her while she waited for Sydney. And her father.

And yes, that's a roll of Rolaids next to the coffee.

Happy Graduation Day!

[ooc: open to all]

Current Music: "Heroes" - Oasis

needsaparrot

Given the end of the semester still weighing on his mind, Xander could be found behind the counter poking at the text of the MCA classified ad, which would need to be revised. Also, wondering how many openings the apartments might end up with and whether it would be enough to deal with the influx of new teachers.
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[OOC: Open for tenants, passers-by, tumbleweeds, etc.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

The music is playing, the glitter is everywhere and outside the tent, the gondoliers are occasionally bursting into song.

Prom 2007 continues!

[~~please wait for OCD!~~ Have fun!!!!]

needsaparrot

The office was open and Xander was in it pretty much entirely because he didn't want to be in his apartment right now. That music coming out of the back desky-chairy-filingcabinety office-office? Patsy. Justsayin'.

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[OOC: Openated, though threads with Scoobies 2.0 are locked to them, and happen after any others.]

Current Music: Walkin' After Midnight - Patsy Cline

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

After running with Peter, and stopping by to see Jack, Parker headed into town for coffee and to pick up coffee beans. Just in case Jake needed therapy or a security blanket after being kidnapped.

[open for all Perkly needs, and caffiene security substitutes]

needsaparrot

There's a frog-tank on the counter.

...there's also a Xander, yes, poking at the computers in between making phone calls and searching through desk drawers trying to find anything that looks like blueprints for the brand-new floors that suddenly appeared in the sub-basement. As such things do.

The office is open for tenants or anybody else who'd like to stop in.

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

After visiting Xander ~~yet to be played out~~ Parker headed for Fast Eddie's, and started practicing her shots before Weiss showed up.

[for

weissguy_, but open for all your pool-playing and bowling fun]

Current Music: K.T. Tunstall - Another Place to Fall

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