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Of course Kitty had been exactly the kind of kid who tried testing her boundaries her first year or so at the X Mansion, which had meant going to a couple midnight movie showings dressed in ways she absolutely should not have been allowed out in. That phase had also died pretty quickly once she realized that no one was going to yell at her for it, but it had still been fun.

And since last week had sucked, it was the perfect time for her and Tony to throw a ~~Rocky Horror Picture Show~~ Petey Scifi Talky Picture showing and give people the chance to let loose a little.

There was an "Enter at your own risk" sign on the front door, the back room had been done up in a lot of red, and there was a very good chance you needed a party today.

[OCD is up, all are welcome. Party on, Wayne.]

thishouseishaunted

So apparently Mae had managed to sleep through, like, half a week. That was a new record, even for her, so she was making up for it now by going all out speeding around town. Jumping on all the things. Tight-roping and balance-beaming everywhere.

Stupid weird glowy-eyed dream horses. Whatever. SHE WAS PERFECTLY FINE, OKAY?

Okay.

Oh hey, the sun sure was bright, wasn't it.

[I DON'T PLAY THIS GIRL ENOUGH ANYMORE. Open!]

fh_animalcrossing

The beach had seen some action the last few days, and tonight... it was kind of seeing the opposite of it.

Because there was a passed-out drunk seagull snoozing on the shore.

Someone might want to help him, if they would be so kind.

[Had to, yep. Open!]

grenadesandohana

When you took military transport, it wasn't like flying commercial: the plane could divert with very little notice if there was a new mission that overrode their previous orders.

Generally, though, Steve thought as he came out of the Portolocity (not that he knew that) lounge, they warn you when Hickham turns into...Germany or something. He squinted at the stone buildings that surrounded him. This place was entirely too not-beige to be a military base anywhere.

He hiked his seabag up over his shoulder and went for a little recon, ending up on the beach because Steve McGarrett could never not end up on a beach. The shoreline was decidedly un-Hawaiian, but not anywhere he recognized in Europe, either.

He grunted a bit in frustration and reached for his phone. Best to tell his people at Five-0 that he'd been delayed.

...if he could get a signal. Well. This could be a problem.

[OOC: Come say hello!]

magnusrushesin

Sure it was a week late. And sure it wasn't even a traditional Midsummer festival because there weren't any games or people selling fried foods or screaming eyeballs in the sky.

But Magnus was pretty darn proud of what had been tossed together for a fun costume party on the beach.

With a big, mildly terrifying wicker bear waiting to be set on fire because something something Midsommar. He wasn't sure of the details because scary movies weren't his jam.

Either way, it would be good, clean fun!

[Open party!]

thishouseishaunted

So! Mae had made flyers! She was really proud of them. She had a big stack of copies she'd managed to make without giving into the temptation to photocopy her butt, and she was running all over town putting them up to make sure everyone had a chance to see them!

( Cut for image )

SATURDAY
BEACH
HELLA FOODS
COSTUMES
FIRE!
BEARS??

BE THERE

Some of the flyers definitely ended up pasted to roofs and windows and the tops of streetlights. But there were plenty at normal-people eye level, too. . . .

[open! Mae is definitely interruptable as she spreads the word of PARTY]

hatesparadise

Danny was going to be keeping an ear out for any further explosions, but for the moment he was relaxing as much as he was capable of. With coffee and a donut.

Yeah.

Look, sometimes you just leaned into those cop stereotypes because deep-fried dough was perfect in every way possible.

At the same time he was keeping his fingers crossed that things were just going to be normal for him. Just a little bit of normalcy would be perfect after the week he'd had, alright? Was that too much to ask?

It was. It definitely was.

[open!]

throughaphase

So! This pollen thing sure still was going on, huh! Kitty would have appreciated knowing that was going to be a thing when she set that up! Though it might also bring in more super frustrated people towards the end of this week?

The flyer on the door advertised Three Minute Dates tonight ~~though it was easy enough to miss if you were distracted/wanted to be surprised~~ and there were plenty of available drinks, along with Tino at the bar, who was happy to sign you up for tonight. Maybe without you knowing about it.

At 8:00 on the dot, the zombie band, dressed in tuxedos and please don't ask how they got them on, began to play something that sounded suspiciously like Barry White. And after that intro, Kitty walked out to the microphone, where a banner reading "WELCOME TO THREE MINUTE DATES" unfurled behind her.

"Good evening, all, and welcome to the triumphant return of Three Minute Dates!" Kitty greeted them. "If you've never experienced this before, the rules are simple! Your names will be read off in pairs. You will sit at one of these lovely tables here. You will have five minutes to talk and get to know each other. Exchange numbers. What have you. After those five minutes, you'll hear a gong-" Or a bell, or a buzzer, who even knew anymore. "-and move on to the next partner. You'll have five rounds, and if there's someone you hit it off with, feel free to stick around and get a drink with them once the dates are over. Oh! And don't have sex in my bar."

That was important.

"And with that over with, let's-"

And with that, the gong went off too early- prematurely, you might say- and it was on to the event!

[Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. Feel free to go a little over but don't get carried away. You have other dates to get to! A regular bar post will go up later, and you can absolutely finish things up on Sunday!

OCD ~~a-coming!~~ a-here! Go forth and date for exactly three minutes!

If I made a blatant mistake, like doubling people up or you dating yourself when you did not tell me you could date yourself, grab me via email or in the OOC thread and I will adjust!]

Bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Post-dates Caritas

notarockharpist

Yasha had gotten what was probably the best sleep of her life last night; Beau had not been kidding about the beds at the hotel. She might have been tempted to just stay there, except that she didn't want to risk getting too comfortable around here.

She'd taken a long walk around the island this morning, just to take in all the new sights and breathe in the unfamiliar but pleasantly bracing ocean air, and accidentally scared the cashier at JGoB when she'd stopped in to get something to eat. But now she had made her way to the park and was meandering around, looking at all the different plants, the birds in the pond, the trees, everything with a quiet sort of awe.

She probably made an unusual sight, this towering, extremely pale buff woman with a massive sword on her back, walking leisurely through the park, picking flowers here and there and pressing them between the pages of a book in her hand. That was all right, though; Yasha was used to that.

[OOC: Just gonna make

grandpoobah yell at me right off the bat. :D Open though!]

thishouseishaunted

Mae's "civilized" class on Fridays was kind of fun, in that it was entertaining to see what sorts of faces the teacher would make at Mae's attempts to wear gloves. But it was also kind of frustrating and irritating because she was not a Victorian dandy so why did she have to wear gloves?

Why did she have to be civilized, for that matter?

So she was taking her frustrations today out in the Holoscene, beating up holographic trashcans and trash-mans and trash-ladies and trash-non-of-the-aboves with her holographic baseball bat, all while shrieking like a banshee.

It was very theraputic. Mae was thinking she should make start a class. Nina had a class, so she could, too, right? A "How to be beating up holographic things with a baseball bat and screaming like a banshee" class. . . .

[open! No OCD, just let me know if you wanna mod a holosuite and not interact]

heroic_jawline

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

He'd find someone to punch over it later.

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

howareyanow

Well, sure, it was a bit brisk out, but that was actually the perfect kind of weather for a good end-of-the-season bush party. All Wayne had to do was throw on a turtleneck underneath his plaid (you lose a lot of heat in the neck) and make sure the fire was a good solid one, and they'd be all set.

Where Wayne managed to get so many fold-out chairs to set around the fire he'd gotten started in the firepit in the old campgrounds out in the preserve was anyone's guess, but there was plenty of seating for anyone who did show up. He wasn't really expecting a whole lot for just an impromptu bush party, and that was fine, as it'd come up as mostly just a way to get to know his roommate a bit better, and sometimes the smaller get-togethers were always the better ones, but there was a lot to be said for a party that just got much bigger than you expected, too.

Pretty low key. Nothing fancy. A fire and some food and some beer and pop, ain't no reason to get excited.

Although there were apparently a lot of sparklers, too, and more glitter than Wayne would have expected about the place considering he hadn't even brought any. The sparklers he was fairly certian had something to do with his invitation sender. The glitter could have been her, too, but he'd actually be willing to put his money down on the island for that one.

[[ open party is open! If you're a student, you received an invitation, one way or another! If you're someone else who just wants to harrass a bunch of kids having a drinking party in the woods, FINE BE THAT WAY OLD MAN. I DON'T CARE! err, um, ocd ~~on the way! lol~~ is up. Have at! ]]

bigdamnprincipal

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

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

intotheout

StuCo had been busy since folks had last left the park. What had been a very nice glittery picnic had been transformed into a (glittery) fallstravaganza, full of scarecrows and decorative gourds. Crisp, brightly colored leaves covered the ground, despite the still mostly green ones still clinging to the actual trees. The scent of melted butter and warm spices filled the air. They'd somehow even managed a corn maze, despite the distinct lack of anything resembling a corn field having been in the park before.

There were pumpkins literally everywhere.

The weather was threatening to top 90°F, but StuCo didn't care. It was fall dammit!

[OCD is up! Have at ye!]

bigdamnprincipal

Hopefully, everyone in Fandom was ready for their guests, because everything was ready for the guests at the park. The weather was behaving (although it still wasn't fall, grumble grumble) and there was a tasteful amount of glitter around the food and decorations. The banner, however, was all glittered out as hung over the entrance:

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2019!

[ Registration | Food and Drinks | Mingle | OOC ]

thishouseishaunted

It was Friday after class which meant the weekend which meant video games!

And why bother with games on a computer or a TV when you could go with fully immersive holograms that went squinch when you killed them?

Mae was having a delightful time slashing and stabbing at demons and creepy corpses in a dark, dank dungeon, all to the dulcet, dark tones of WitchDagger.

You know. As you do.

[open!]

thishouseishaunted

Talking to Prompto yesterday had reminded Mae that she hadn't been out to visit her weird abandoned holographic arcade in awhile. It also got her thinking about how a weird, abandoned, holographic arcade could maybe be improved with a little judicious application of teenage ingenuity. And the internet.

"Okay okay okay," she said, flapping her hand at the disembodied computer voice. "I know, I get it, you're like super advanced and can understand seventy billion languages thanks to being hooked into Google Translate or whatever."

"Every holosuite is equipped with a universal translator," the computer said. It didn't have any inflection, but Mae decided it was faintly insulted anyway. "Regional accents do not affect holosuite programming."

"Yeah yeah," Mae said. "But it's so much funnier if you can't understand. Like, say I was all 'this bridge isn't right, I want something from the rust belt, not a zombie apocalypse!' Then you could go 'opening program: Zombie Apocalypse'."

"There are 3,756,842 programs available tagged 'zombie apocalypse'."

"See?" Mae beamed. "Now you're getting it!"

"You have specified parameter: 'not a zombie apocalypse'. 3,756,842 program options have been filtered out."

". . . You are not getting it at all."

[open!]

glacial_queen

From far beneath their feet came the sound of a heavy explosion, large enough to shake the ground. Sounded like the strike team had done...something? At least? And the trembling didn't stop just because the explosion did; instead it kept going long enough to cause most of toys who were still upright to fall over. The remaining constructed minions crumbled apart as the last of the Toymaker's hold over the island came unraveled.

With a deep, shuddering groan, the very earth beneath the Junkyard tore itself apart as a huge outcropping of machinery, like a spire made from metal and circuitry, dragged itself up into the sky. Then it became apparent this wasn't a spire but a stalk as a large cybernetic flower bloomed.

"Please input destination parameters." The voice that issued forth was warm and maternal, the kind of voice that could wrap you up in a hug. "Please input destination parameters. Do not be alarmed. Please input destination parameters so we may go home."

...At least it wasn't telling people to smile and have fun?

[AND WE'RE DONE! Much later than I'd intended to, but Sunday had always been planned to be a wrapup day. Thanks to everyone for playing! <3 <3]

glacial_queen

"It's time to goo~ooo!" Karla's voice singsonged through the lowest hallway of the Toybox, where only the worst of the deviant toys were kept. As such, that was where everyone who'd gotten caught in the island's machinery had been taken, shoved way below ground where there was only flickering florescent lights in bare fixtures and no fresh air.

Hey, they'd be getting all the fresh air they needed on the long walk to the Junkyard. Their last walk anywhere.

Green army men gathered all the traitors up, shoving them into a rough line, jump ropes turning them into a chain gang together.

"Isn't it exciting?" Karla said, doing a little dance as they got lined up. "This time, instead of cutting out at the gate, the Toymaker has decreed the island will watch you get fed to the machines. After you lot, there won't ever be traitors again."

[OCD up, have at, everybody except Kimera WHO IS NOW EVEN MORE GROUNDED THAN ME.]

thishouseishaunted

Mae was running around and jumping on things again this morning. Doing so yesterday hadn't brought the vengeance of the other toys down on her head, and it was at least some kind of vent for all the feelings broiling in her fluffy stuffed insides.

She flung herself onto the roof of the pizza place (oh god, she missed pizza . . . and eating . . .), landing spread eagle, flat on her face with a little whoompf noise. It didn't hurt, just squished her a little. (She kind of missed pain, too.)

She hopped back to her feet, ready to bolt across the roof and fling herself onto the next one, when she spotted something tucked in between the little nubby bumps of the lego-block roof. She toddled over for a closer look (squeak-squeak, squeak-squeak) and pinched it between her stubby little paws.

It was a nesting doll, elaborately painted. With a map.

Huh.

She looked around, then back down at the doll. It was already slipping out of her velvety smooth paws. After a moment of thought, she pulled off her little brown t-shirt, and with some false starts and careful use of all five of her limbs (so that was what a tail was for!), managed to tie off the bottom and stick the doll inside. She slung the resulting bag-type-thing onto her arm and started towards the warehouse district.

Hopefully without getting arrested for public indecency for not wearing her shirt.

[establishy!]

throughaphase

After last night's mission, Kitty had felt it was smarter to just not go home. If they hadn't found them at the warehouse yet, she was still staying there, while knowing they might need to move or scatter if the "good toys" got too close. She had the nesting doll, and the fact that it was empty was a giant clue, though she didn't know exactly what it meant in the bigger picture.

Well, with an execution date for their friends, they had to figure that out pretty quick now, didn't they?

[Same as usual! Mod an invite if you need one, Team Bad Guy has to work harder.]

throughaphase

Kitty was tired of this. She was tired of sneaking around, she was tired of having to smile all the time, she wanted everyone back to normal, and it was starting to make her twitchy. Which was still better than the rage monster she'd been on Monday before things got started, really, but it still wasn't ideal.

So there was a lot of pacing among the plastic playground equipment today. Hopefully there'd be more people, and hopefully the word had gotten out by now, and hopefully someone had some kind of plan.

[Second verse, same as the first! If you're on team Bad Toy feel free to mod an invite. If you're Team Toymaker, you can be outside but you have to stay outside.]

bookbeltof_love

Parties were always a good time!

Especially right on Wednesdays and their super fun games! Nina was, like, a little sad that she had to miss the super fun games in order to set up for the party but then, like, it was a party and people were going to be so happy so it was hard to get too sad about it as she set out the food (all plastic and completely inedible, but pretending was more fun anyway!) and got the hugging booths ready and even, with a great deal of effort, got cute little balloons set up just right to make the boardwalk super festive.

She'd, like, thought of having it in the dorms but then realized she didn't want to exclude anyone and by then it was too late to ask if they could use a building in town and, sure, there was the beach, but…

Had a party ever been done on the boardwalk before? She couldn't remember! And if, like, she couldn't remember, then most people wouldn't either! Which would mean her party would be even more new and exciting and fun and--oh, she really had to give Sabine another hug for giving her this wonderful idea!

It was just so much fun!

[Open party for all!!! With MAD PROPS to

seriesofbaddecisions for this whole idea!]

throughaphase

Kitty hated this week. Her baby was a doll, her husband hadn't snapped out of it yet, she was still goddamn plastic, and she was pretty sure way too many people were suspicious of her. This was fine.

Caritas had far too many people loyal to the Toymaker around yesterday, so she changed the location while Summer had her normal shift and hoped word would get out to the right people and the right people only. Kanan had agreed to let them use his warehouse, so Kitty showed up at the start of the day in case people showed up, not sure what she'd find.

What she found was a warehouse full of oversized, brightly-colored plastic children's playground equipment that sort of reminded her of the 80s.

"All right, cool, I guess," she said, shrugging. "We'll all talk on slides today."

[Warehouse nodded with permission! Open to those who've been previously vetted, or if you'd have a handwavy reason to have gotten the okay! Or you can go to the decoy tea party in the regular Caritas post!

Team Bad Guy can hang around outside and probably isn't getting in, neener neener.]

thishouseishaunted

Mae toddled along through town, looking wide-eyed around at all the plastic toy buildings.

This was right, wasn't it? They were all toys, so of course they lived in a toy town. Where else were they supposed to live?

None of this was real.

Creeping existential horror was definitely not standard for most stuffed cats, as far as Mae knew. It was, however, a very familiar sensation for this particular stuffed cat. Nothing she was looking at was real. The people she knew were not supposed to be toys. Their lines weren't their own, they were being controlled, practically scripted by someone else.

Someone who was willing to kill to keep the status quo.

It was a very good thing that Mae didn't have a mouth right now, because then all the myriad of curses running through her head would be coming out. Along with some general screaming.

Instead the only noise she made was squeaking. Squeak-squeak, squeak-squeak, squeaksqueaksqueaksqueakSQUEAKSQUEAKSQUEAKSQUEAKSQUEAK!

Running was a fun and healthy activity for a young stuffed cat, wasn't it? Nothing to see here, folks! Everything was juuuuuuuust fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

[open!]

howareyanow

Nice thing about something like a bush party, especially one in a spot where campfires had clearly been before, was that it didnt' take too much set-up to get it going. Technicaleh speakin', all you needed was a campfire, some beer, and some people.

Campfire? Check.

Cooperative weather (and island?)? That's a Texas-sized 10-4.

Beer? Oh, just about all the Puppers Wayne could get his hands on.

People?

Well, hopefully, that part would be taken care of in short order. But, as he said, Wayne'd also brought the food, so there was that, and a few extra folding lawn chairs if there weren't enough logs and whatnot for people to sit on. He was going to claim one of those chairs for himself, actually, opening it up with a single sharp move and setting it down, settling in with his beer.

And he'd be perfectly content with just that, too, though he supposed it'd be nice if putting Nina on invite duty worked and people actually showed up this time. It would help, at the very least, with all the fooood.

[[ ocd ~~incoming!~~ is up! Invite went out to all students, but it's a public place, so definitely crashable by anyone that's hanging out in the woods on a wednesday night~~ ]]

thishouseishaunted

Mae had the most pleasant, relaxing program she could find set up in Holosuite One. It had absolutely no fighting, all the trees were bright and healthy looking, and it was an extremely pleasant, breezy twilight all the time. The only thing glowing was the setting sun, and all the animals were behaving perfectly normally, thank you very much.

Because Mae figured she wasn't the only person in need of a less terrifying place to hang out, there was a sign up on the door:

PEACEFUL HAPPY WOODS PARTY
NO DRAMA, NO CREEPINESS, NO MONSTERS ALLOWED

She managed, after some effort, to also email that around. She was banking pretty hard on mutated people not getting their act together enough to read emails or signs, yes.

She also had a bat nearby. Just in case one of them did.

[open to all, including monstered in the "monsters get whaled on" thread]

thishouseishaunted

Mae was exhausted. She had a pounding headache. She was not, however, slowly mutating into a -- something -- and the dorms had people who were mutating into things, so she was out and about, trying to move through the tired and headache and distract herself from the very creepy illness that seemed to coincide with the very creepy dreams she kept having this week.

The fact that she kept half expecting to run into giant glowing fish monsters or possibly a ghostly band was putting a damper on her "run the feelings away" plan, but Mae was nothing if not stubborn. As she hopped tiredly from window sill to roof top to power line to rooftop, she was keeping a paranoid eye on the various water sources around town -- including, you know, the ocean surrounding the whole damn place. It didn't seem to be glowing, which was nice, but she was still suspicious. It was definitely large enough to house a giant evil squid monster, after all.

Which would be how she was entirely unprepared when a glowing, rabid chipmunk with mange suddenly attacked, from an otherwise perfectly innocent looking chimney.

She managed to flail her way out from under it and drop kick it off the roof in fairly short order, but not before it had scratched the hell out of her shirt. She checked herself over hurriedly for drawn-blood -- she lived close enough to the woods to know the vectors of creepy animal infection -- and then just stood there shuddering for awhile.

". . . I wanna go home."

[open!]

howareyanow

Wayne was not feeling so hot today, and it really hadn't improved much as the day went on, so he could only conclude that whatever bug Delirium had gotten had made its merry way over to him. Great. And, really, by all logic, he should be following his own advice to her and be resting and hydrating right now, not going out and moving pieces of metal and scrap from here to here as he usually did after his classes, but Wayne wasn't one to admit that he wasn't feeling well. He certainly wasn't one to stop working if he wasn't feeling well unless Katy made him stop, and, well, weren't no Katy here to stop him, now, was there?

It was just a little bug, anyway. If anything, maybe the hard work and fresh air would help him sweat it out of his system. And he was at the very least staying hydrated. From plenty of bottled water. That whole glowing water thing was sticking with him, much as he'd rather it didn't, and it didn't take a whole lot of looking around to see that there might be a little something more to that.

A little something more he was trying to ignore, for the most part, just like the raging migraine pounding in his head right now. S'just a bug, though. Ain't no reason to get excited...

Syndulla Scrap is open!

thishouseishaunted

Mae had been pretty soundly defeated in round one of competition in class today, so she was still all riled up and full of smashy, jousty energy with limited appropriate outlets.

Luckily, the Holoscene had medieval programs.

"I'M ON A HOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoRSE!" she cried delightedly, as her armored steed galloped full speed at another armored steed. With a knight on it! "THIS IS THE BEST GAME EVERRRRRR!"

And she was soundly defeated when her opponent's lance smashed into her a moment later.

"I'LL GET YOU, SIR JEAN! IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DOoOoOoOoOoOo!"

Delighted screaming continued to pour out into the streets through the Holoscene's open doors. Along with trumpet fanfares, and occasional bursts into really anachronistic singing.

thishouseishaunted

"OH MY GOD!!!!"

There were actual for real goddamn dinosaurs on the island.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!"

Mae had noticed the extra vegetation when she set out on her usual circuit around town, but it had taken her a couple blocks before she noticed that the vegetation had come with actual for real GODDAMN DINOSAURS. So now her usual circuit was being modified to include running over, down, along, and up every single thing she could find, be it building, power line, or brontosaurus tail.

"THEY TRIED TO TELL ME YOU WEREN'T EVEN A THING!" she told the small bronto in the park. "You are not just a thing, YOU ARE A SLIDE!"

This was the most amazing day of her entire life. She was about 90% sure she was actually hallucinating the whole thing, or had possibly gotten trapped in her own holosuite and gotten, like, a concussion or something and forgot about it. Or maybe was just dreaming.

She did not care.

She was reasonably certain that baby bronto in the park was the greatest thing she had ever seen in her entire life, at least right up until she went running along the edge of the preserve and met something that looked like an elephant had had sex with a rhino and then their offspring made it with a goddamn giraffe just for kicks.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She would be perfectly happy right now to never return to reality again.

[open!]

thishouseishaunted

One would think that after having spent an entire class period swinging around a holographic environment, Mae would be tired of it.

One would be wrong.

"OoOoOoOOOOOOOOOoOoOoOoOoOOOOOOO!"

At least in this holographic environment, she was swinging around an actual jungle! And not wearing dorky-ass padding.

[open!]

thishouseishaunted

So this week had been . . . a thing. Mae wasn't entirely convinced the whole thing wasn't just a really weird dream. She'd fought vampires. With a bat. And came out with nothing worse than some scratches and bruises.

That couldn't possibly be a thing that actually happened, right?

Either way, she was sore and tired today, and determined for once not to smash anything, with a bat or anything else. Instead she had her stargazing program pulled up in Holosuite One, an autumn chill in the program's air, and distant train noises providing some alpha-wave calm.

Nothing in here was real, either, but at least she knew why. She could change the program with a word if she wanted to. The lingering certainty that everyone on the island was subject to the whim of some group of unknowable beings could get shoved to the back of her brain.

She was 100% in control here, if nowhere else.

[open!]

thishouseishaunted

So Mae had gotten to beat some people up with a stick yesterday.

"Gotten to". "Had to"? A mentally healthy person probably would go with "had to".

. . .

Mae had gotten to beat some people up with a stick yesterday. And come to learn today, those people were actual vampires. She had not spent endless hours of her youth fighting digital monsters to miss out on her chance to go out and beat up more real ones.

So she was out and about, running around on rooftops, as was her usual habit. Only today she also had a bat.

"In the age of blood," she muttered, as she skulked from roof to roof, peering over into the streets for vampires. "A pale one will rise. Wielding naught but a simple blade. Who dares to climb the steps of . . . DeMoNtOwEr!"

What could possibly go wrong?

[open, for ferals and non-ferals alike!]

white_oleander

Astrid was sort of hoping the mood she'd found herself in yesterday would have passed by now, but, if anything, from a critical perspective, it only seemed to have gotten worse. She didn't think a whole lt about it, though: she was fifteen, it was spring, she was probably going to start her period soon, and the body did strange things when elements like that so perfectly aligned. She didn't like how it seemed to invade her every thought this time around, though, filling her sketchbook with unbidden body studies and anatomical practice.

At least it was the week before prom, so she had plenty of excuse to just throw herself into making little corsages and boutonnières, fussy work that required the attention of her hands to keep busy, while her mind tried not to point out that most of the things that drew us to flowers...color, scent, the way their petals lay...were actually designed to attract pollinators, thus a version of their own mating dance, because everything was about sex, sex, sex...

And at least she had dress shopping with Sabine later to look forward to, which in itself seemed like a sort of bizarre statement, but it would be kind of fun to just do this stupid high school thing with her.

Even if that, too, at its core, just seemed more pageantry for mating rituals, the females of the species improving upon their plummage to make themselves more appealing for pursuit...

...if she started to get irritated with her own hormones at any point, all she had to do was picture Sabine's face if she told her that, and she felt a little better.

Covent Garden is open!

thishouseishaunted

Mae was finally back at the Holoscene for another relaxing Friday of preferring holograms over reality!

She had the door propped open to let in the nice spring air (sure, it was damp spring air, but she'd never been much bothered by drizzle), and to let out the awesome bass solo she was practicing in Holosuite One.

And if there was the occasional roar and scream and flapping of wings, well. What fun was it playing a song called "Space Dragon" in a hologram room if you didn't program it with an actual space dragon?

[open!]

always_someone

Norman walked into the Magic Box today and... pretty much immediately stopped in his tracks.

"What."

Yeah. Today was apparently the day that the entirety of the stock had been transformed into magic markers.

At least the dog was still normal?

Normal for a strawberry-banana cerberus, anyway. Norman sighed and resigned himself to playing with the puppy for his shift, unless people came in looking for a very limited variety of art supplies today.

[OOC: Open!]

thishouseishaunted

Mae was still covered in green banana-shaped polka dots from yesterday's work shift at the Magic Box. She'd tried halfheartedly to scrub them off, then decided that looking like Patient Zero for a weird new disease was totally punk rock and wandered off to her favorite spot in town to play instead.

Huh, she'd been coming in to this place pretty regularly on Fridays, hadn't she. Maybe she should keep it up. Make this her official Friday Thing. Like she was coming to a job, only one where there were no customers, she never got paid, and she just messed around doing whatever the hell she wanted in a full immersive holographic environment.

So . . . like the best job ever.

Today she set about trying to get the holosuite to replicate the woods by her hometown, complete with abandoned mines and overgrown factory buildings, and hilarious punk rock gay boys who liked to play knife fights with you.

She couldn't get Gregg's face quite right, and all he did was flail his arms and yell "CRIMES!", but she could work with that for now. And then email him all about his hilariously terrible digital twin when she got back to her room later.

[shop door, holosuite door, and post are all open!]

thishouseishaunted

It was Mae's first day in a new job! (It was Mae's first day in any job.) It was also Valentine's Day in a shop where people had been asking for love potions for the last couple weeks, despite a sign specifically saying they wouldn't be sold here.

What could possibly go wrong?

"Do you sell love potions?" A customer asked.

"Nope," said Mae.

"Damn," said the customer. She sighed, stuck her hands in her pocket, and looked around. "How about stuff for revenge?"

With a little more experience under her belt, Mae might recognize that as a glaring red flag and nip it in the bud right away. But alas, Mae was 14, and prone to chaos, law-breaking, and general stupidity, so she immediately struck out looking around for a solution to this customer's revenge problem.

"Ooo, this one says it'll turn people green. That could be fun." She picked up a second bottle. "This one does polka dots! We should mix them together."

This was definitely going to end in tears.

[Open for hi-jinks and chicanery! Any property damage done with OOC permission from the business owner.]

thishouseishaunted

Mae was feeling lazy today, so instead of smashing things or rocking out, she had the holosuite simulate a train yard at night. The sky was bright with stars, and though the computer didn't quite have the exact layout of Mae's universe, it was close enough -- and Mae was a bad enough astronomy student -- that she could still pick out some of the important constellations from home. Like Mundy the Whale and Tollmetron the bell.

And the fish.

Every now and then, the simulation would send a train through, rattling the whole space and rumbling and whistling so loud it poured out the open doors and onto the street.

In case anyone wanted to come star-and-train-gaze with her.

[open!]

thishouseishaunted

It was another fall-like day in Fandom, so Mae was taking advantage of the lack of ice coating everything to go running about on the roofs and wires around town again. She had a pocket full of granola bars pilfered from a dorm common room, which she left partially unwrapped in strategic (or what she assumed were strategic) spots around town for the squirrels to enjoy.

It was never a bad idea to get on the good side of the town gossips.

If anyone asked, she'd claim she was scouting spots for Vette's planned zipline. Well. If anyone asked she'd probably make something up wholesale, but she told herself she was scouting spots for Vette's zipline. Really, she was just feeling restless. It was nice out, after all. And running was a much more socially acceptable outdoor activity than smashing things.

Even if said running was being done on ledges and awnings and things.

[Open!]

always_someone

Norman came in and opened up the magic shop today, completely unprepared for the influx of customers making it nearly impossible to get any work done at all. What were they looking for?

Love spells or potions, charms to make them more attractive to the object of their affections. One gentleman simply came in looking for a cure for male pattern baldness, and Norman wound up having a good chat with him about how he was welcome to try the solutions they had at the shop, but anybody worth dating wasn't going to let something like that change how they saw him.

... Norman hadn't been expecting the grateful hug from the poor guy, no. The man left empty-handed, but apparently with a new lease on life, leaving Norman free to get back to explaining the ethical issues behind magical love potions to the majority of his customers today while the cerberus puppy sat at his feet, eyeing anybody who thought they might get rude with three pairs of glowing red eyes.

The Magic Box is open! And no, Norman won't sell you any love spells.

[OOC: Open!]

thishouseishaunted

So. This was officially becoming a Thing Mae Did. She wasn't really sure how that happened, but hey, there were definitely worse Things she could Do, right?

Smashing things with a bat was actually starting to lose it's happy glow, so she was actually taking a look at other programs this thing had. Today she was trying a rock band program, playing something very loud and thrashy. It wasn't super musical, per se, and she was definitely not great at the bass yet, but at least it involved screaming?

The doors were open, both to the suite she was using and the front of the store, in case anyone else wanted to come in and thrash, too.

[open!]

thishouseishaunted

Mae was having a smashing things day again today at the abandoned arcade. She was maybe starting to wonder if she should worry about how often she was doing this.

Also, would ordering pizza to be delivered to the abandoned arcade be more baller, or suspicious? Hmmm.

[expecting a couple folks. The front door is unlocked, but not open or advertised, so others may wander in as well if they're the sort who would try to!]

thishouseishaunted

So Mae had now met at least one other person who was super into the idea of this place. She wasn't sure how she felt about sharing it -- this place was basically magic, and exactly what she needed to deal with her anger issues -- but she also kind of felt that a place this magical couldn't be kept to herself.

This was, like, a public good or something. Right?

So after spending a glorious morning smashing up another holographic town, Mae made her way into the lobby area and opened the front door.

There, that was enough advertising for now. If people weren't the sort to wander into a random open store with no outside indicators of what the store actually was. . . . Well, that was their loss. For not being curious.

Ooo, maybe there was a rock band program!

[open!]

chirpchirpchirp

Vette had some very important setup to do in the scrapyard today.

Super important.

Sure, she had all the electronic bits that she'd sorted out last week that she wasn't quite done with, and sure, she was still working on restoring that droid processor that she'd salvaged from that corroded miniprobe casing a while back, but today's project was so much more pressing than that.

Inspired by yesterday's field trip class, she was absolutely setting up a zipline from one side of the scrapyard to the other, starting at one wall, zipping over the chompy metal bits, and then coming to a rest just shy of the starship parking. She didn't have a proper harness, but some of the straps used for securing heavier scrap worked in a pinch, and there was plenty of metal cable to run, so the line itself was totally secure.

Was it a good idea? Nah, probably not.

But was it a fun idea?

Absolutely. And hey, if this worked, maybe she'd start trying to figure out how to run one from the top of the dorms down the hill to the beach or something. A girl could dream, anyway.

[OOC: Open!]

thishouseishaunted

Mae was really starting to get to know the town pretty well. Spending a week bouncing around on the rooftops and wandering over every street at least twice would do that. For the most part, the town seemed to be just the weirdo-hippie side of standard: you had your fast food place (she didn't know Moobies at all, but she assumed it was a southern thing); your convenience store (which didn't even have an animal in the name, what the hell?); you variety of restaurant options, including a diner (which either served weirdly non-diner-ish food, or had a really sarcastic person doing the specials signs); your miscellaneous shops. There was no big box store, just the Turtle & Canary, but that wasn't too weird for a small town; Possum Springs hadn't even gotten a Donut Wolf until the highway came through. Small towns were just like that, sometimes.

And then there was this place. Mae had no idea what this place was. It wasn't the comic book shop or the arcade (no way was Fandom big enough to support two of either of those). She was pretty sure it wasn't another bar, though she supposed this place could be drunk enough to support three of those. Looking through the window didn't help; all she saw was a counter and a couple closed doors.

Also, as far as she could tell (and she had a pretty good eye for these sorts of things), ( it was abandoned. )

[establishy, unless someone has a really good reason to be here too. The fact that Mae was snooping around the Holoscene can be broadcast, but not the actual sneaking in, please! Mae is now in charge of the local public holographic facilities. Mwahahahaha!]

somethingwithturquoise

Since Astrid was apparently now taking all the classes on Monday, she’d come to talk to Summer about switching to a different day, and Summer figured she’d be more than happy to foist Fridays on the girl and go back to focusing on Monday, which worked better for her anyway, from a business standpoint. Do all the ordering and budgeting and all that fun stuff after the weekend, get a better perspective on projections, blah blah blah blah blah.

She had Girl with her, too, since she felt kind of bad. She was a great dog, really. Almost too great; it was almost a little creepy, but she had a weird thing about smart dogs; it sort of happened when you’d been threatened by a few of them and they took over your world for a little bit, and she kept getting distracted, thinking, wondering, because Zack had said that he was open to the idea of someone else taking care of her if she thought of anyone, and she almost got to wondering, now that the pet shop boys were back in town, if either of them would be interested in helping out. With the stunt they pulled over the snowman attack to keep that shelter safe, she could hardly see Zack being all, “OMG, I can’t believe you let those guys take care of my dog!”

Honestly, she was pretty sure they’d be better at it than she was.

But she shook her head, realizing she was getting distracted, and gave Girl a little bit of a pat before getting back to work, making a note in the back of her brain to sort of fling the idea to Prompto or Sidon when she had the chance.

Welcome to Turtle & Canary!
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(10% for current ones, too!)

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Today’s Squishy Flavors
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Today’s Jello Flavor
Potato Salad

Turtle & Canary is open!

thishouseishaunted

Mae didn't do still well -- not without extenuating circumstances, anyway -- and her dorm room was much too small with a Trevor in it. So after sleeping in as late as she possibly could without the usual winter train noises from back home, she headed out into town to wander and explore.

Stair railing to tree to store canopy and -- jump, two, three! -- she was on the rooftops.

This town had excellent rooftops to run across. Which was good, because it was lacking a little in electrical wires, mailboxes, or clotheslines.

She hopped from one roof to the next, noting which ones seemed like they had people on them more often than others. The whole place was cleaner than she was used to, nowhere near as many beer bottles and cans scattered around, though there were even more squirrels than in Possum Springs. Hadn't someone said something about the local squirrels? She didn't remember. They seemed pretty normal to her.

Well, maybe not the one in the hat.

Run, run, run, jump! Clang onto an HVAC vent, then balance along the edge of that sign and jump!

Oh hey! A park!

[open!]

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