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The glitter was relatively modest for the brunch, by Fandom terms -- which still left enough on the statues moved over from the dance and other decorations to blind a small child. Italian opera played softly to match the classical theme, and space heaters had been set up under the tent to fight the late-October chill. It was, overall, a tasteful arrangement -- at least, if you ignored that the classical figures were wearing glitter underwear.

Fandom, enjoy the end of Homecoming 2013.

bigdamnprincipal

It would appear, to anyone who came to the community center tonight, that whoever had been responsible for decorating for the reunion mixer actually had some taste. The decorations were simple - white linen on the tables with gold and blue flowers as a centerpiece, and a notable lack of streamers - but there was, of course, gold and blue glitter scattered just about everywhere. This was a Fandom event after all.

[OCD is up, have at it! - Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Dance Floor | Food/Open Bar | Dark Corners | OOC]

endsthegame

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

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

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

glacial_queen

Today, when all the children awoke in their beds, they would discover a most joyous occasion! There was a carnival in town! A carnival just for them! All the rides and events were all child-safe and kid-friendly. Even the thematic decorations had become kiddified; no worries about nightmares from this little guy, huh? Didn't he look like fun? Don't you just want to give him a hug?

As for any remaining adults on the island, well...there was still a carnival, okay? Sure, the rides were a lot tamer and a lot brighter and you were possibly too tall to ride the them, but it was still a carnival! A carnival soon to be filled with the loud laughter of many, many children all hyped up on drinks and food that all listed 'sugar' as their prime ingredient!

Truly, this was a day of fun and laughter for all! And probably a night filled with headaches and belly-aches for most!

Huzzah!

[OOC is up and notifs are off! Food and Drink | Tables | Bumper Cars | Merry-Go-Round | Roller Coaster | Ferris Wheel | Bouncy Castle | Pony Rides | Tilt-A-Whirl | Train Ride | Paddle Boats | Fun House | Bobbing For Apples | Whack-A-Gremlin | Water Gun Races | Face Painting | Petting Zoo | Quiet Corner | Haunted Hayride | OOC | Post II]

hasadestiny

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

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

Welcome to Homecoming 2012

Become a (wo)man.

Become a wolf.

Current Mood: excited

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.

solo_sword

Jaina had spent some time at the mixer, but she had to admit she'd been sort of drawn to Caritas. Saturdays had been her night and for some strange reason she was a little nostalgic today. She couldn't resist stopping in for at least a little while to tell Tino everything she'd been up to, despite- or more accurately, because of- the fact that he'd never cared about his coworkers' personal lives in the slightest, and to head behind the bar.

Just because she could. And because she never got to do things like this anymore. For some reason empresses didn't tend bar much, who knew?

...Empresses probably also didn't consider lining the bar up with champagne glasses and trying that pouring trick she'd perfected at Mirta's wedding, and yet here she was, considering it.

[Up now because it's TAH night and I leave at 6!]

Current Mood: nostalgic

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 ]]

dontvotemeout

Even though it was daytime, the "dolphins in space" theme had been carried over to the brunch. The mural was nowhere to be found, but inside the tent that had been set up to give everyone a shady place to gather, there were silver and blue metallic streamers and balloons hung up, and each of the tables had a blue flower arrangement on it.

There were no fish to be found though, unless you counted what could be on the food table. Honestly, that might not really be fish either.

[OCD is up! Mingle | Buffet | Tables and Chairs | Rest of the Park | OOC]

redheadbabyvamp.livejournal.com

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

Tino kept edging nervously away from her for some reason.

Current Mood: okay

solo_sword

Jaina had requested off today, due to the fact that she'd be graduating when she should be starting work. And though she hadn't known it at the time, she would also be busy being a child, being a kitten, fighting a monster, and singing. Work was not a priority today.

So it was Tino who opened up Caritas. Clothed. And wearing a graduation cap, just because.

blondecanary.livejournal.com

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

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

[OCD up!]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

It had been a while since Chuck had been behind the bar at Caritas, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't missed it. Compared to his other job, tending bar was easy as hell. He didn't even mind Tino's presence.

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

The portal to other realities was still there this evening. However the purpose of the portal has now changed.

Instead of bringing children to the island, it was now ready to bring them home to the realities where they belonged.

You can love or hate the portal for this but in either case it's time for the kids to go home.

[Up early for SP and Timezoney goodness! It's your goodbye post to send the kids home. I've got my kleenex ready so have at it!]

noearsyet.livejournal.com

As the night went on, an assortment of prom favours were replacing the masks on the table just inside the tent. Everyone was free to take a picture frame and disposable camera to record their own Prom memories. Also were shot glasses with the Fandom High gremlin on them. Such things happened when Dean Stinson was the Student Council advisor.

The punch was thoroughly spiked by now, but the dessert table had been refilled o soaking up all that alcohol was a definite possibility. The music would still be playing for a few hours for all to get in as much dancing and time to be with their friends as they wanted.

And in just a moment, Dean Stinson was going to announce the Prom Court.

[OOC: How much do we rock that LJ was down all day and we STILL needed a second post? SO MUCH. Again, Prom is open for SP and also getting LJ to load should not be such a rush. ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up and good to go!]

[Prom Court Announcement | Mingling | Punch and Dessert Tables | Chaperones | Shadowy Corners | Bathrooms | Dancing | OOC]

noearsyet.livejournal.com

Just on the other side of the Causeway, the weather was cool, but in Fandom, a beautiful, warm nearly-summer evening welcomed Fandom's seniors and juniors to their Prom.

A large tent open on one side had been erected in the center of the park. Garlands of small white lights entwined with greenery decorated the edges and roof of the tent, while two of the canvas sides were covered in large pictures of cherry blossoms and the middle had a wall-sized painting of a masquerade. Under the canopy were clusters of little chairs and tables along with the table of food and punch bowl.

Beyond the tent's open wall, a dance floor had been set up on the grass under the ~~conveniently~~ flowering trees. More fairy lights had been wound through the tree branches leaving the area softly lit in most areas. Torches were placed in a few clusters around the dance floor, making flickering areas of brighter light for people to congregate.

A photographer waited for his clients just beyond the dance floor with several backdrops of flowers or masquerades or, oddly, a lemur family to choose from.

The voting box for Prom King and Queen stood right at the entrance to the dance for those last-minute votes.

And, of course for Fandom's Masquerade, a table of elaborately decorated (or some more simple ones) waited for their new owners to simply slip them on and join the revelry.

[OOC: Weather modded with permission. The Prom is open to juniors, seniors, and their dates and definitely open to slowplay. Another post will be going up later this evening set for 10pm-midnight. Prom voting is open until 4pm EDST ~~Please to be waiting for the~~ OCD IS UP! (No thanks to LJ)]

[Arrive and Mingle | Photographer | Food Tables and Punch | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Ladies Room | Men's Room | Dancing | OOC]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

A heavily armed (he didn't look it, but don't try to hug him--you'll get poked from all of the knives hidden on his person) and hungry Mat Cauthon had wandered into town in search of something to eat.

Nothing to fight, though, thank you very much. He might be a general, but he didn't go looking to get poked full of holes, or eaten, or assassinated.

...those things just tended to happen around him.

He flirted with the girl behind the counter and tried to ignore the way the dice in his head had gotten louder since yesterday.

[OOC: Open!]

Current Mood: hungry

one-who-goes.livejournal.com

It was, perhaps, unfortunate that Mark Antony had located Henry's liquor stash early Sunday.

It might have been considered more unfortunate yet that it was after he'd consumed a significant amount of it that his eyes fell on the sword the hairy blue fellow at the bar had given him the night before.

He hadn't practiced with it yet. He had to, if it was his weapon -- not only was it just good common sense, but he needed to get in some drills if he was going to stay sharp.

... and he wanted to show off. Fresh air would do him good, anyhow.

Which was how he ended up in the park, practicing fancy sword drills and singing bawdy Roman songs at the top of his lungs. He might just enlighten the entire town as to Gallic sexual and hygienic practices at this rate.

[OOC: Anyone can gawk, but interacty for one, please.]

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

It was a new day and there was no better way to start a new day than with the continuation of the carnival. There was still snow coating the ground but the atmosphere was as lively as ever. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing Booths | OOC | Post 1 | OCD is up! Go wild!]

Current Mood: cold

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

It was a new day and there was no better way to start a new day than with the continuation of the carnival. There was still snow coating the ground but the atmosphere was as lively as ever. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[Concessions | Tables and Chairs | Hot Fudge Wrestling | Tunnel of Love | Hot Fudge Jousting | Bungee Jump | Snowmobile Racing | OOC | Post 2 | OCD is up! Go wild!]

Current Mood: cold

likethegun

During the night, Fandom had been covered in a blanket of fresh snow that was just thick enough to turn everything crisp and white. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[OCD IS UP! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC | First Post]

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

Anemone was in the Park to feed the ducks.

Well, also to use the playground -- especially the swings -- but mostly to feed the ducks.

However, there didn't seem to be any ducks at all today, which was strange, so she was contenting herself with trying to coax Gulliver to use the seesaw with her. It wasn't working very well, especially once a small green creature flung itself at Anemone and started biting her leg.

Anemone stopped and looked at it blankly. Gulliver stared too.

And a few moments it was skittering backwards, making faces and spitting as if it had just eaten something sour.

"You totally deserved that," Anemone pointed out. "You shouldn't bite people you don't know, you might catch something. Now apologize, and you can play with us."

The gremlin hissed at her. Stupid icky weird person-not-person meat. It was her fault for not tasting good!

Anemone sighed, got up, and proceeded to start kicking it in the head. "Fine. Then we're going to play a game I like. It's called soccer, and you're the ball."

It was possible she was going to be at this for awhile.

[So totally open!]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

After a weekend of being bloody freezing, the steaming water of the onsen looked insanely inviting, Mat decided as he yanked his shirt over his head (leaving the scarf on, and no, he didn't care that it looked rather odd). He found a spot to sit to yank his boots from his feet, then watched the door, waiting for his lovely date to arrive.

Hopefully she wouldn't be accompanied by heavily armed relatives...

[Mat is waiting for his date, but the onsen is open!]

Current Mood: happy

baskiceball.livejournal.com

Marshall was a wee bit late to work today. He blamed the Travel Channel. Stupid Bizarre Foods show and it's addictiveness.

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Mat decided that the morning rides on Pips were a bloody insane practice to continue (since he tended to rise at the crack of...noon), and so today he'd gone riding at a much more reasonable time.

He was now taking a break as Pip explored the low-growing shrubbery (it was important to know how these things tasted, after all), leaning against a tree and whittling.

[OOC: Expecting one, but if you are randomly walking through the forest, knock yourself out...]

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Eight Candles (A Song for Hanukkah) - Dave Koz

icecoldfrost

There was something that Emma had been meaning to do for months, but it had just kept slipping her mind. Until today.

So after a quick trip to the post office to mail two envelopes; one addressed to Rosto the Piper, Tortall, and the other to Morton diGlacia, and both filled with pictures of certain young ladies all dressed up for Homecoming, Emma was at the Perk. Thoroughly enjoying her large latte and a book, and a mission well-done.

And if Karla whined, it was all her fault anyway from yesterday's little note-passing conversation.

Emma was not above playing dirty, no.

[Open Perk, yo!]

Current Mood: amused

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Today, the frat was in the bowling alley. Yes, every single boy (and Illyria) were going to get a chance to wear those atrociously awesome shoes. Hannibal, though, was grinning. He was killing two birds with one stone: getting some bowling practice and leading the frat.

Arthur, meanwhile, had his arms crossed, and was sending Hannibal the occasional utterly uncaring look to signify how he was only leading the frat because Arthur was letting him.

"Today, we're bowling," Hannibal said in case no one could tell. "It's simple. You choose a ball and throw it down the lane. The object is to knock all the pins down within two rolls. If you do it in one, you've got a strike. Do it in two, you've got a spare. Don't do it, well, you just suck at bowling."

Hannibal figured most of them would suck at least once. Grinning, Hannibal pointed at the two ditch like lanes on the sides of the main lane. "Avoid those. Those are gutters. They give you no points. Everyone got it? Questions?"

"I'd ask what the point of this sport was," Arthur added, conversationally, "But I would hate to get us all tied up in philosophy when we're supposed to try to have a good time. Everyone? Scatter."

[written with the faboo

bitch_prince! ocd is up! go wild!]

Current Mood: chipper

tyler_gone

"Right," Tyler said, once most of the fighters seemed to be there. "I don't know where Ghanima went. Maybe she has some chick thing I don't want to know about."

Yes, Tyler, that was exactly what you wanted to say about a woman who could kick your ass. Especially when she had relatives who came to Fight Club and could also kick your ass.

"Anyhow, you're stuck with me. Rejoice. Um, matches today are -- blondie, fight dark hair. Other blondie, you're with him. Third blondie, with her." He paused to draw his breath and look the crowd over. "Anakin with Steve, the Mayor with him, and Rose with the green girl. Everyone else, you're on your own."

A beat. "We need to figure out if we'll do this thing Thanksgiving weekend or not. I'll be here. If you have any brilliant thoughts, stop by and let me know."

atreideslioness

"It's Fight Club," Tyler said. "You know what that means. You, you, you, you, you two, and, Ghani, finish up."

"You with her, you two, and you with that gentleman over there," she said. "Now fight."

[OOC: We can has no brainz for ze banter. But the OCD is up, so go hit someone.]

Current Mood: blank

atreideslioness

"We have cake," Tyler announced, frosting around his mouth until he wiped it away with his fist. "Punch each other, then have birthday cake. Doesn't work so well if you do it the other way around."

"Indeed." Ghanima was clearly very much amused by this notion. "And do be sure to sing to Mr. Durden," she continued, cheerfully oblivious to any glares she might be getting. "I understand it is traditional for birthdays in this era."

"Now, you with her. Gentlemen, you're together. Tyler, happy birthday, you're fighting him. Ladies, if you please. You two, and you and you," she said, neatly pointing out people. "Get to it."

[OCD UP]

Current Mood: giddy

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Town Hall was all decked out in harvest theme with this being so close to Halloween and all. Pumpkins and squash and random corn! The corn, people! Think of the corn! But please, for the love of all that is holy, don't allow your children near it. Especially not the creepy gingers.

There was plenty of food and punch--not yet spiked--set to the side of the spacious room. Which left plenty of space for the general mulling about that kids were so fond of these days. Or dancing. And even the occasional dark bits in which to lurk. Have a fun homecoming, kiiiiids and remember to vote!

[[ Quick Links for when they're needed: Arrive and Mingle | Pictures | Foodnomnom | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corner | Chaperones | OOC ]]

tyler_gone

After getting back from Sweden, Tyler had slept until just before Fight Club. The results had him feeling a bit like a vampire who never saw daylight. But a very well-rested vampire.

"Welcome back," he said, pacing as usual. "It's been a while, but we haven't forgotten you and I hope you haven't forgotten us. If you need a refresher, rules are on the gym door."

"And if you need a refresher after one week, you are most likely still hungover, and have no place on the mats," Ghanima replied. "Which is why we'll hit you anyway, so that you learn."

"Now then. You and you. Young lady, you're with her. And Azula, with me, please."

"Ghanima, I'm picking on your brother again," Tyler said. "Leto, with her. Steve, with him. And those two. Go hit each other."

"I can't say I disapprove," Ghanima laughed. "I think it's a sister's duty to help torment her brother."

"Now, everyone go hit the mats. Get out your dismay that classes are back again tomorrow, and yes, we expect you to be there. We don't care that it's Homecoming week."

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ OCD ~~please~~ up, go fight!]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Tino wanted to know where Marion was. It was Parents Weekend and the place was going to be busier than usual. He needed the help. He took the complaints to Chuck, who, for some reason, decided to come in super early with his mean dad and his creepy uncle.

"She's in the back stocking things," Chuck said. "Jack hit on her one too many times."

Tino stared.

"Ugh, I'll pay you double tonight if you stop staring at me right now," Chuck said as he re-filled his scotch. "So creepy."

[Yeah, I'm totally cheating. Mod Tino]

Current Mood: grumpy

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

It was still a good day to torment guests and locals alike and there was still plenty of food (courtesy of your Fandom High StuCO) in the Park, welcoming visitors to Fandom Island.

The registration desk was still open and the banner waved in the comfortable breeze announcing the event of the day.

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2009!

[ OOC: DONE! Post 1 | Security | Registration | Food & Drink | Mingling | OOC ]

Current Mood: pleased

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

Barney was smart and had purposefully blocked all outgoing mail from Fandom to his New York City (sorry, no luck for you, Robin) and so could blissfully oversee the gathering of guests, students, teachers, and townies happening in the park. The day was bright and sunny, regardless of what any weather reports might claim.

The Student Council had done a nice job getting things together to greet the visitors. A wide variety of sumptuous food was spread out on long tables at one end of the park. In the center were plenty of comfortable blue and gold tables and chairs perfect for sitting, chatting, and eating. To the other end of he park was the registration table where visitors could sign in and pickup their name tags.

Just above the registration area was a gaudy banner announcing the start of a calm and relaxing weekend. Okay, a weekend where Barney got a lot of popcorn to listen to radio.
Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2009!

[ OOC: DONE! Registration | Security | Food & Drink | Mingling | OOC ]

Current Mood: thoughtful

atreideslioness

"Welcome back," Ghanima began, looking over the assorted company. "I'm pleased to see we didn't scare too many of you off by forcing introductions."

"Luckily for you, there aren't any enforced group bonding activities today. Only sparring."

"Sparring," Tyler concurred. "No talking. And, since we're huge now, more matches. You and you, you and you, you in the back and you trying to look too cool for this. Ghanima, pick the last six."

"You can talk to other people, of course, but only if you want to. And you should introduce yourself to your partner," she commented dryly. "Let's see. You, sir, with her. And you and you. Leto, with her."

"Everyone else, grab someone, grab some mat, and start punching."

"We're here if you need us," Tyler added, retreating back to observe.

Arrive & Mingle / Beginner & Training Area / RNG Matches / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC

[~~Wait for the OCD if you please~~. No more waiting! Go ahead and start hitting!]

Current Mood: accomplished

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