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"People," Tyler said, looking around the gym. A slight sniffle roughened his voice. "Lots of people. You all came back."

"Which is good, since if they didn't come back, we wouldn't have anyone to boss around," Ghanima pointed out. "Or hit."

"You guys can hit," Tyler said wistfully. "I'm pretty sure I'd give my cold to anybody if I did. I'm just observing today, since apparently I'm the kind of" -- holy word you don't want to use in front of students there, Tyler! -- "person who worries about germs now."

"Next thing we know, you'll be telling people to get off your lawn and futzing about the 'good old days,'" Ghani replied dryly. "Okay. You and you. You. With her. Smile, you with the tiger, you're fighting him."

"Tyler?"

"I am not old," he said sulkily, and folded his arms to survey the crowd. "Oh, him and her, her and him, him and him."

"Go to it."

atreideslioness

This had been a horrible, horrible ~~handwaved~~ idea the first time around, born of radio notes, large amounts of alcohol, and a need to introduce Minsc to pizza and bowling for his own good.

It was quite possible that this was not any better of an idea the second time around.

"What I don't understand," Ghanima announced, as she tried to get the score-keeper-thing to work, "is why the shoes don't match. Is there a quantifiable reason that bowling shoes must be ugly and ill-fitting, or is it just for the amusement of the employees?"

[OOC: For the three other members of the Bowling League of Great Justice, and up early for tasty SP goodness!]

Current Mood: amused

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

tyler_gone

"Ladies! Gentlemen. Boys. Girls. Other sentient life forms." Someone had given Tyler sugar. "Welcome to Fight Club. I'm Tyler Durden, this is Ghanima Atreides. We're in charge."

"Which is the nice way of saying 'welcome to Fandom,'" Ghanima injected dryly. "You're here because you saw a poster, or heard through a friend, and you want to hit things. We support violence therapy."

"Most weeks," Tyler said, "we do assigned matches. This week is different. This week is introductions -- because you haven't said your names enough yet this week -- and some level testing. Introductions don't have to be fancy. Fight Club is not about your life story. Tell us what you like to be called and how long you've been at this and we'll call it good."

"After which, those of you that are new or trying to move from beginner to advanced can show us your moves, while the rest of you grab a friend to beat up," Ghanima continued cheerfully. "Once we've seen you in action, then our new friends can also hit the mats, and proceed to learn how we make friends and influence people here at Fight Club. I'll give you a hint; it usually involves bruises."

"But first, you all have to listen to the rules."

Tyler pulled out a sheet of paper and read them off. "Hopefully those are all clear, if you do not understand ask somebody. If you still do not understand, consider the possible tragedy of head damage and don't fight."

He glanced to Ghanima. "Anything else?"

"These rules are posted on the door for every Fight Club meeting," she said pleasantly. "Anyone who willfully ignores these rules gets bounced out that door. We are here to fight, not babysit you."

"Now, smile, and introduce yourselves, and let's see what you can do."

[OOC: Introductions are for everyone, please. Current classifications are here.]

takesaftermom.livejournal.com

Summer had gone for a run on around the island and ended up on the beach (which really shouldn't be a surprise to anyone). Deciding she didn't need to be anywhere for a while, Summer went through some cool down stretches and then plopped down on the sand.

She watched the waves crash against the sand, finding the motion and sound soothing. Hmm, she considered run back to her apartment to grab and bathing suit and towel to lay out in the sun. Maybe in a little while. For now, Summer was content just sitting there.

[OOC: Very much with the open!]

atreideslioness

Tyler barely glanced at Ghanima before he went toward the combatants this week.

"I think half the town's out of town," he said. "Me and him. You two. You and you, you and you. And this is Fred Dukes. He has something to say before we start. Fred?"

Fred wiped the back of his mouth with his ham of a hand. "I'm Fred Dukes, and I'm here to provide a damn public service. You think hitting a bag is fine and good, but it ain't anything like hittin' a person. That's where I come in. You need experience hitting a person, but ain't ready or wanting them to hit back? That's what I'm for. Though you make any disrespectful jokes, I get to punch you one right in the kisser." He looked over at Tyler. "That good enough for ya?"

"Perfect," Tyler smirked, and started pointing around the gym. "Matches there, practice there, Fred here. No makeup this week. Let's go."

Ghanima just rolled her eyes and went over to work with her trainees. Boys. So violent.

[OCD up, have at it.]

auntie-vida.livejournal.com

Vida had ~~totes spaced on posting the flower shop on Monday~~ discovered the Perk and was partaking of the delightful flavored coffees offered therein. She treated herself to a pastry, but only a small one. A lady had to watch her figure, after all.

[[Open for your coffee or drag queen needs.]]

Current Mood: awake

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

The last time Ben was at Three Minute Dates, he was one of the daters. Now he was the host. He was pretty sure this counted as a promotion somehow.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Ben Reilly
Reject people and make it snappy!

When the event was just about ready to start, Ben took the stage. "Okay, everyone! Let's go over the rules quickly. We'll start in a minute when I read a pair of names. That pair finds each other, makes with the chit chat, and then after three minutes you'll hear this sound."

A zombie hit a gong. With his head. Whatever works... "And when you hear that, we'll move onto the next round and I'll read more names. We'll do this five times and then we'll be done. Oh, and don't forget, violence isn't allowed here but drink throwing is both possible and hilarious."

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

~~Please wait for epic OCD!~~ Epic OCD is up! And if you saw me make or admit to a PHENOMINALLY egregious mistake in my planning, I've got cookies on the table and you didn't see anything. Got that?]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck had the feeling that some people were looking to drink tonight so he made a point of opening the place a bit early. It wasn't too much of a hassle; he looked good, was dressed well and damn if this wasn't an excuse to show off both. Tino, or, Tina rather wasn't as lucky as Chuck when it came to the looks department when the genderswap happened. And Chuck wasn't letting it go.

"My god, you must be so jealous of me right now," Chuck said, hopping up on to the back counter and crossing his legs all nice and lady-like. "You look like a cross between Steve Buscemi and Ashley Tisdale pre-nose job."

Tino just pouted.

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Butch Walker - Hot Girls In Good Moods

atreideslioness

Ghanima had been there for a few hours before club started to work out on the bags, and was now the image of serene composure as she watched people trickle in. "Good evening," she called out cheerfully. "You're here to work on your scrapping. We're here to oblige you. Isn't it nice how that works?"

Tyler's body was tight. He wasn't pulling off pep today. "I know some of you have heard about a conflict last week," he said. "If you haven't, ask the person next to you. They could probably make up something more entertaining. If you have, and you have questions about what happened, ask me." He paced a few steps, rubbing his lips. "We have a list of rules. They're posted right over there. But really it comes down to: Don't be a jerk, and be willing to lose. That's all we ask." He looked into the crowd. "I'm trusting you to understand that."

"Part of fight club is about trust," Ghanima continued calmly. "Trust in yourself and your partner, and check your ego at the door."

"Now, you and you. You. With her. Leto ~~if you're here~~, oblige Mr. Durden." She turned to Tyler with an impish grin. "Want to pick the last two?"

"New guy," Tyler said, gesturing to Jim Kirk. "And you. Don't break him in half. Leto, I'll be on the mat."

Mingle \ Beginners & Training Section \ Open Sparring \ RNG Fights \ Talk to the Organizers \ OOC

[~~Wait for the OCD or get smacked down!~~ OCD is ready, go hit each other instead.]

no-snow-white.livejournal.com

Considering how much she'd been dancing and shimmying and...well, Rachel didn't even know some of the adjunctives she could have used to describe what she was doing yesterday, she decided she needed to get the heck out of Dodge and take a break from the lobby and maybe explore the town a little. That lead her into the quaint little cafe for a latte and as she gave the barista her order, she was looking over the baked goods on display. "And what's this scone?" she asked, pointing to one in the basket, vaguely, despite the fact that, without holding it up, the barista couldn't exactly see which scone she meant.

"Oh, that's peach, very go--"

But barista was cut off before she could finish, as Rachel made a face and very distinctly said, "Yeeech! Blech. No thank you!"

About two minutes later, Minsc, who had been enjoying (well, he couldn't say he was enjoying it, but it was a manly drink, anyway) an espresso, Boo in hand (which the baristas were okay with as long as he kept out of the food and sometimes the coffee bags), came up to the counter, picked up the poor peach scone and said, "Do not worry, peach scone! Minsc will consume and enjoy you! Do not feel bad by the lady's unfounded disgust in your existence."

[[ so, I'm at work and everyone is always hating on the peach scones. So I felt inspired to be giving the peach scones some love. Minsc modded with permission; open for all your coffee shop neeeds; void where prohibited; tip your friendly baristas! ]]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

I'm walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I'm walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I'm walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
And don't it feel good (HEY!) Alright now
And don't it feel good (HEY!) Alright now
All right now yeah! (HEY!)

Covent Garden Flowers

Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

Covent Garden Flowers is open. And Dinah has no idea it's any different than any other day.

[Muahahhaha.]

berserkerminsc.livejournal.com

Class had gone well and so Minsc was in a good mood and contemplating good things like buttkicking and gnoll cleaving and mugs of moderately strong ale as he and Boo strolled around the park and tried to decide what to do with the evening ahead of them. There were so many options! One might involve some exciting fighting, which class had certainly gotten him in the mood for, or it might involve drinking, which was always entertaining, or, why, he might even be feeling adventurous enough to brave trying to see Lady Wilhelmina today or this weekend. Which would be, really, the epitome of bravery.

Boundless choices!

Unfortunately, they would have to wait at this precise moment...

"Boo! No! You must leave the ducks alone! What have they done to you? This is not honourable conduct, Boo!"

Sigh.

"Hamsters..."

[[ I am going to be trapped at work shortly, but I'm having a crap ass day and needed some Minsc crack STAT. OPEN! ]]

atreideslioness

It was the start of another semester, which meant the rules were once again displayed prominantly on the doors to the gym.

Rules of Fandom Fight Club
1. What happens here, stays here. We can't keep the squirrels out, but if somebody tells you something on the mat, you don't repeat it off the mat.
2. No weapons or powers unless everyone knows in advance and is fighting within their grouping.
3. No shoes.
4. If someone says "stop" or goes limp, the fight is over.
5. Two people to a fight.
6. Fights go on as long as they have to.
7. No tourists. If you need to take a week to see what this is like, cool, but no coming back just to watch. You wanna watch, get a TV; here, everybody fights.
8. No fighting if you're sick or injured. You wanna screw up your body, you do it on your own time.
9. The organizers reserve the right to remove you from the club at any time for violation of these rules.

"Good evening," Ghanima said cheerfully as people arrived, Tyler standing beside her. "For anyone lurking in the back that is new, welcome to Fandom Fight Club. The purpose of this group is catharsis and self-improvement through unarmed combat. There is absolutely nothing wrong with therapeutic violence - no matter what the armchair shrink of the week says - and this place is here to provide you with that option."

"Since yesterday was a holiday and today all the students are moving to the cabins, we're skipping the randomly assigned fights. We don't want to put anyone on the floor who is not capable of performing at their best."

"So find a new friend, and hit them. Those of you who want to work on your skills, you know where to find me. Now shoo."

[

tyler_back modded with loving permissions. OCD up, go forth!]

Current Mood: amused

tyler_gone

"I'm seeing some familiar faces here from last night," Ghanima said as people filed in. "Hopefully you weren't all up too late."

"If you were, shake it off or get out. Half-hearted attempts because you're too sleep-deprived to pay attention are insulting and a recipe for injury."

"If you get out there and screw around," Tyler added, "we'll just send you home anyhow. Don't embarrass yourselves."

"Now comes the fun. For us, at least," Ghanima said. "You. You. You two. Tyler?"

"Them," Tyler said, gesturing to two people at opposite edges of the crowd, "Her and him. Go."

[~~Wait for~~ OCD ~~PLEASE~~ is up now YAY. Cowritten with

atreideslioness]

berserkerminsc.livejournal.com

Sometimes, it was just best not to tell Minsc about certain things, because they got Minsc to thinking, about adventuring and the like, and, while he was very good at adventuring and the like, he wasn't too particularly good at thinking. He decided to take a stroll with Boo on his shoulder, trying to reason with himself that he should just leave other worlds' business to other worlds, but he was a noble fellow. Trouble, no matter where it happened, trouble him.

He seemed to be trying to think of solutions.

"I really don't think," he was telling Boo, "that it would be that hard for just six people to...sorry, Boo, six people and one miniature giant space hamster...to take down a whole Emperor, if you did it right. We took down Sarevok, didn't we? He was pretty evil. We'd need a thief," he said, "we couldn't have done anything without Lady Imoen, I don't think, sneaky sneaky! She's a lot better at that than me! I'm the brute force! And intelligence, of course, got to have intelligence, that's the Spawn of Bhaal right there, and magic, need magics, a cleric like Branwen, and a mage like Dynahe--"

Minsc stopped. He stopped for a very, very long time.

Then he shook his head.

"Maybe if we build a giant wooden badger..."

[[ Minsc is to run into a certain blonde who knows who she is; their thread is locked to them, please! But open for all your park needs, and all your Minsc needs, too, if you're not minding some SP, especially later! ]]

atreideslioness

"Welcome back to Fight Club," Tyler began. "You've been put through drills, labeled, and classified in neat little boxes for us to play with. If that pisses you off ... it should. But it's how this works."

"If you don't like it, you can challenge our decision at any time," Ghanima continued cheerfully. "Of course, that means we get to throw you around the gym, so please, feel free to do so."

"Today, however, we'd prefer that you beat on each other first."

"Starting with you and you, you and you, and -- Ghanima, pick the last two." Tyler paced a few steps as he spoke.

"You, and you over there. And Max?" Ghanima grinned and crooked her finger at the large man. "I'd like to see you on the mat, please."

Who said she couldn't use Fight Club to make her own fun?

Mingle / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / Beginner Mats / OOC

[~~Wait for~~ The OCD awaits, oh ye of ~~little~~ violent faith]

Current Mood: chipper

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin was not wearing her Robin Sparkles regalia longer than she needed to. Which was for the obligatory performance.

So, for right now, the wig and graffiti denim jacket were tucked away, and Robin herself, brunette and irritable-looking as ever, was behind the bar and eyeing a bottle of Johnnie Walker.

[~~hooooly crap, wait for this OCD. it's intense.~~ OKAY IT'S ALL UP. For the sake of not collapsing the post from sheer OCD, there's no audience reactions threads -- just react right off the performances, please! Have fun! \m/]

Current Mood: headachey

berserkerminsc.livejournal.com

It was warm and kind of humid out, which made both Minsc and Boo feeling rather restless. All his many years of adventuring had still failed to acclimate him to air that actually managed to hold moisture. The dry heat of Rashemen was far more comfortable, especially when, otherwise, your miniature giant space hamster started to act all crazylike. So, while he had considered office hours today, Minsc instead went out to the park, so he could let Boo run around in the grass a little. He was hopping to see some very engaging chases of hamster and squirrel, or perhaps hamster and duck, or hamster and other sorts of birds, but no. Boo just seemed content in riffling through the grass and eating things.

So there miiiiight have been just a wee tiny bit of intentional duck agitation to get them to chase each other and thus Minsc was very amused.

[[ hi, my name is Skylie, and I have a problem with posting a lot of crap even though I know I'll probably be slow. Either way, open park is very open! ]]

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

Jolee and Tino watched as a terrifying sight was unfolding. It wasn't a terrifying sight like they saw in the back room the one day, although it did share the same participants.

The zombie bass player got down on one half of a knee and proposed to Zombie Yoko. When he put the ring on her finger, the finger fell off. And then, suddenly, a chipmunk ran into the bar, grabbed the finger in its teeth, and scampered off with two zombies lurching after it.

"Does that mean they're not engaged?" Jolee asked Tino. Tino shrugged. "I don't think a squirrel would have done that. They're too smart and that finger can't be healthy." Tino shrugged.

[OOC: In zombie culture, losing one's ring finger means that no engagement took place. Strange but true as far as I know. Vague inspiration for this post by

trickster_twin.]

atreideslioness

"We've been doing this a couple months now," Tyler said abruptly once the group was gathered. Ghani stood at his side, laughing at some private joke. "It's evaluations day so we can see who's moved up a level, who's stagnant, and who's getting worse."

He gestured to the mats. "Beginners there, intermediates there, advanced there. We're going to lead you in some ~~totally handwavy~~ exercises. Try to follow along. Next week we'll have new rankings."

"While your group isn't sparring, you're free to finds your own matches. Now, beginners? Let's get to it."

[OCD up, see OOC note!]

Current Mood: bouncy

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

Deadpool really should stretch and all that crap if he was expecting a fight or two today, but...

Coffee.

It beat out everything in terms of importance. Sweet, sweet, Irished up coffee. It could stand for a bit more Irishing, but it was pretty damn good.

Sans ham.

[[Open gym is open!]]

bigdamnprincipal

Even after all her time in Fandom, Zoe still didn't consider herself to be very girly, but that didn't change how she felt about having the staff meeting at the spa. If nothing else, she was hoping that the calming setting would keep those who liked to argue with each other from fighting for one blessed afternoon. Getting to see what the men picked to do with their time had the potential to be entertaining as well, but she wasn't going to admit that.

[OCD is ~~coming~~ up!]

tyler_gone

Tyler was Not Looking at Ghanima as everyone gathered for Fight Club. Wednesday had been fun, but he mostly felt like the whole encounter was some bizarre dream.

"Evening," he said, jutting his chin. "Welcome to Fight Club, where you can work out whatever frustrations left after this week, if you have any."

"If you have any left, you weren't doing it right," Ghanima said, keeping her face perfectly innocent. "That's what the gym is for, children. Working out frustrations."

If Tyler was going to be five about this, Ghani was just going to pick on him.

Five was probably giving Tyler too much credit. "Working out frustrations and making new friends," he said, finally glancing to the woman. "Sometimes by knocking them over. Fights for this week ... oh, you, you, you and you, it's been a while for you, and -- Ghanima, do your worst on the rest."

"I'll save my worst for another time," she answered, quickly selecting people that complemented each other nicely. "It's no fun if you all know what to expect."

"Now get to it."

[OOC: Preplayed with

atreideslioness, ~~wait for~~ OCD up. Please see a special notice in OOC.]

berserkerminsc.livejournal.com

The event of getting his armour fixed had lead to a rather...pleasantly unexpected diversion. The armour needed some more work, but there were plenty of chances to work on armour. The chances to see a lady in a little tiny bikini, however, was a bit more rare, and he was sweaty and hot from working at the forge, anyway, so Minsc eagerly welcomed the chance to walk down to the beach with Lady Dani and enjoy the sun and the sand and the water...

...but mostly the bikini.

"I fear it is now I who am overdressed now!" he commented with a chuckle and maybe a little bit of misplaced suggestion in his voice. After all, he hardly expected that Lady Dani would be capable, even if she had wanted to, of taking care of that problem in the rather...err...efficient way in which Lady Wilhelmina had.

Although that would mean he'd have an excuse to go to the Gig again if she could...

Bad week for armour! Good week for Minsc!

[[ the Lady Dani hath been modded permissably, and, while Minsc is obviously in her presence, the beach is quite the open spot! ]]

atreideslioness

Considering that the majority of the club had probably worked off a good amount of aggression against their reptile friends the other day, Ghanima was pleased to see how many people actually showed up. "Good evening," she said cheerily. "Nice to see no one got eaten by the fish."

"And if anyone got nibbled, chicks dig scars," Tyler said wryly as he ran a thumb over his lips. "So we are here to fight. Not because monsters are attacking us; because we're the monsters, and this is where our dark sides come out." A pause. "Or it might just be a chance to kick the shit out of somebody in a semi-sanctioned way."

"There is nothing 'dark side' about violence," Ghanima countered primly. "That sort of repressive and puritanical thinking leads to mental health problems." Not that she could talk. "And this is not a pick-up joint, Durden, no checking out those of us with scars."

"I think I got spanked for the week," Tyler said. "All right. Matches. Uh ... you two, you two, you and ... Ghani, who do you think?"

Her lips twitched in amusement at the shortening of her name, but she didn't correct him. "With that person there. And you and you, you make a cute couple. Hrm. And the person over there, and that one. Yes, you. Don't look so shocked."

"I think that's five," Tyler said. "Triela, see me on that mat, okay? Everyone else, go have fun."

| Mingle / Beginner Area / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC |

[OOC: Preplayed with

tyler_back, and up early for SP Love. Ya'll know the rules: ~~wait for the purty purty OCD, or Ghani will hurt you.~~ OCD up, so let the games begin!]

Current Mood: cheerful

atreideslioness

When people trickled in today, they'd find only Ghanima in the gym and no Tyler in sight.

There was, however, a very disgruntled-looking goat that had somehow managed to get into the building.

"Good evening, everyone," Ghanima said crisply. "Welcome back. My fellow conspirator is unavailable tonight," as she glanced at the goat, "so you're stuck with me. Do try not to do anything too stupid when unsupervised."

"Now, let's see. There's lots of new faces here tonight, so I'd like to see some of them on the mats. You and you. You, you. You, please, and you as well. You two. And, hrm, you and you. Everyone else, I'd like you to pair with someone you haven't fought before, if possible. Even if they're of a different ability level. It's time to see what you can learn from each other."

[ Mingle / Beginner Workouts / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Talk to Ghanima / OOC ]

[OOC: Short post is short, because I am sunburned, sore, and AFK to be abducted to Star Trek. Up early for SP goodness, and Goat-Tyler is modded with permissions from

tyler_back. ~~Wait for the OCD, me hearties.~~ OCD up, go forth and battle.]

Current Mood: busy

atreideslioness

The gym was set up as usual or the meeting today today; mats and punching bags for the beginners, the sparring sections, a playpen for their littlest member, and Ghanima and Tyler keeping a keen eye over it all.

"Welcome back," Ghanima called out once it looked like a consensus of people had arrived. "If you haven't been here before, talk with one of us to go over the rules before you grab a partner."

"And since we have critical mass this week" -- and Tyler looked amused at that -- "we're back to paring you up. You and you, you and you, you and you, and -- Ghanima, pick the last two sets."

"Those two. Yes, you, don't pretend to be invisible. And, let's see, you and you. There. Now don't you feel special?" Ghanima beamed. "Now go show us just how special you are."

Tyler tilted his head at the selected pairs and made one odd and utterly uncharacteristic announcement for Tahiri's sake. "If we ever point to you and you can't fight, don't be stupid. Let us know and we'll figure something else out."

"NOW" -- and he sounded relived to be done with that -- "Go. Be snowflakes."

He could almost laugh.

| Mingle / Beginner Area / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC |

[Up early for SP goodness. Mmmm....SP. OCD is up! Go hit people!]

Current Mood: amused

tyler_gone

"We are missing an Atreides today," Tyler announced impatiently, as the group assembled. "She'll be back next week, but today I'm in charge all by myself. Other than that, it's the usual drill. We pair up. We fight as long as we have to. Hopefully we learn something. Rules are over on the door, talk to me if you have questions, let's get this going."

He certainly didn't seem inclined to wait for feedback as he dropped to the mat himself to stretch out.

[OOC: Up early for timezones. Please check in here if you want a new character to be added to the RNG

ETA: The details of the Tyler/Tahiri fight are NFB, thanks!]

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

"I've had a bad couple of weeks," Jolee told Tino. "So I think we'll all be happier tonight if nobody annoys anyone tonight."

And with that, Tino put down his water pistols.

[OOC: I'm around!]

berserkerminsc.livejournal.com

Minsc realized that he should probably start getting a syllabus around for his workshop. Although, really, he had one; it was just all in his head, and the problem with that was that his head could be a pretty chaotic and frightening place at times. In an effort to put his thoughts into a nice, orderly fashion (or, at least, the visage of a nice, orderly fashion), Minsc was out in the park with Boo, making sure that some of his ideas were actually reasonable and could translate into something do-able.

The fact that he was trying them with a hamster not only lead to the experiment being sort of hopeless, it also left it to be exactly anyone's guess exactly what it was Minsc was going for.

It involved a lot of ducking and rolling and shouting, whatever it was:

"Go for the eyes, Boo! Go for the eeeeyyyes! RRRAAARRGH!"

[[ open park is open! I'm a bit slow until later, however ]]

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.]

tyler_gone

"The semester's over," Tyler announced. "I don't feel like working. Talking is working. So is pointing to pair you up." He turned toward Ghanima. "Want to just let them fight?"

"If they're here and they're not fighting, we're doing something wrong," Ghanima deadpanned. "Everyone, go hit someone you haven't hit before."

"Beauty, Ghanima," Tyler said, then roamed a step forward, almost disappearing into the crowd. "What are all of you waiting for?"

She turned to follow Tyler with an evil grin. "Hit the mat, Durden. You're mine."

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ OCD is a go.]

canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com

Marion came into work and made herself and Tino margaritas. Summertime was coming and that meant excuses for fruity drinks.

tyler_gone

No zombies. No children. No distractions. It was a perfect day for a fight, and Tyler looked feral as he paced in front of the crowd.

"At this point," he said, "you all know why you're here. If you don't, get out. If you do, go hit somebody. Hard as you can."

"Or if you can't find someone to hit, go find the heavybag," Ghanima agreed pleasantly. She was the complete contrast to her partner today; cool collection against Tyler's agitation. "You two. And those two there." She turned to Tyler with a grin. "Care to pick the other three lucky couples?"

"I can do that," Tyler said, barely considering his choices before he made them with a jab of his index finger. "You two. You and you. And ... Ghanima, you haven't had a good match yet. Spar him."

That last match promised to be interesting; he might put off his own bout to watch.

"Sadist," Ghanima said good-naturedly. "I'll get you for this."

She turned her attention back to the assembled fighters. "Well, you heard us. Move."

| Mingle | Beginner Mats | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Talk to the Troublemakers | OOC |

[~~You know the rules. Wait for the~~ OCD is a go.]

atreideslioness

Anyone coming to fight club this week would see the ball pit and piles of mats from weetiny weekend set up again, along with some colorful punching bags.

Which the adults could play with too, if they wanted.

Tyler wasn't dressed for a fight, and the curly-headed little girl who he kept glancing back at as he talked probably gave an indication as to why.

Estella, it turned out, hated fighting. She was pouting quite a bit just about being in the gym.

But he'd do his job, even if he looked exhausted. "Right, so you know why you're here. Guests, welcome, play nice. Atreides, got anything to add?"

Ghanima had a small blonde child balanced on her hip, and an older red-haired girl stood nearby, blue-on-blue eyes watching everything with interest. These two children, at least, clearly took after her. "Those not normally residents of this island who are under the age of ten must have permission from their 'parents' before hitting the sparring mats," she said firmly. She wouldn't put it past any of the people present to have children with mildly violent tendencies. "Otherwise, have fun."

[Preplayed with the fantastic

tyler_back. Up early for SP & no RNG this week, due to Easter and AU Kidlets!]

Current Mood: chipper

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

Jolee looked tired when he took his seat behind the bar tonight. "What?" he asked Tino. "There are zombies traipsing around and I live in the woods. I spent most of the night trying to shoo or scare off anything that came my way. Excuse the old man if he's sleepy after that."

Tino didn't say anything. He was staying out of this.

[OOC: People and zombies are welcome, of course. Just remember, any attempts at violence will get the perpetrator teleported out of the building.]

zombiemcbitey.livejournal.com

The errands that he'd sent his minions on having more or less resulted in success (well, at least he had the toes he'd asked for), the Zombie Voodoo Priest was now completely prepared to retreat into his lair in order to perform a few rituals which would better allow him to keep an eye on the exploits of the living.

Yes, he was having cable television installed, and he would thank his minions kindly to stay out of the way of the poor, somewhat terrified ~~NPC~~ individual doing the job. He needed his brains in order to do the wiring, after all. Especially off in the middle of the preserve, in an abandoned shack with no electricity.

They could devour his brains upon his inevitable failure. In the meantime, the ZVP had coordinated some fun, wholesome activities in order to keep them occupied.

Wasn't he kind?

[Once again, for PC zombie interaction only, please! The location of this event is NFB, but beyond that, radio squirrels are allowed to go nuts, today. ~~Please wait for OCD!~~ OCD is up! Have fun!]

atreideslioness

The gym was set up as usual, with the addition of a playpen stuck off to the side of the beginner area. "Welcome back," Ghanima stated clearly. "Either you've rattled something loose, or you're starting to learn."

"Or you're incorrigible," Tyler suggested, through a stuffy nose. His eyes were red and he leaned against a wall; he wouldn't be sparring today. "In any case, hello and we won't waste your time talking today. Go fight. You and you, you and - you, I think, and ... Ghanima, choose our last two lucky pairs."

"Those two." She hadn't actually looked, just pointed. "Go. We'll both be around keeping an eye on things, and I'll be helping at the beginner mats."

[OCD up!]

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

When Jolee actually walked in on a Friday night, Tino pretended to be STUNNED. He had made up a list of possible reasons why the boss hadn't been around recently on Fridays. It started with "jailbait," went on to "drug night," and finally finished with "He wants me to be happy on Friday nights."

"Were you happy when Loki was in here a couple weeks ago?" Jolee asked.

Tino shut up.

[OOC: Hey, I'm actually around and stuff today. Weird.]

atreideslioness

The gym was set up for fight club again, but with an important difference from the week before: Half of the area was devoted to the children. There were toy weapons, well-padded mats, and a large ball pit. The other half, for the adults and any students who remained their usual age, held the normal mats and safety equipment.

Ghanima looked vastly amused. "Welcome back, everyone. For the under-ten set, today we have your own special combat zone. Go have fun, and work it out amongst yourselves. I don't want to hear about it unless you're bleeding in a significant manner."

"If you drool on anything, mop it up," Tyler added, looking a little uneasy. He still wasn't comfortable around this many children. "Everyone else, we aren't assigning fights this week because there aren't enough of us to bother. Open sparring. Don't hit the kids."

"Or go play with the kids," Ghanima offered. "We won't judge you."

"We will be around if you have any questions, and I'll be near the beginner mats for the first half of the session. Now go to it."

Mingle | Kid Section | Beginner Mats | Open Sparring | Tyler and Ghanima | OOC

Current Mood: amused

baskiceball.livejournal.com

Marshall didn't have any leftover food today (it had all melted) but he did bring a Mooby meal with him to eat during his shift. And, no, he wasn't sharing with Tino. Those meals were not big enough for sharing.

atreideslioness

There was a poster tacked up on the door to the main gym, with the following text written in alternating handwriting, as if the marker had been shared between two people:

( I see all this potential. )

"Now, my favorite part. We're going to randomly pick some fights." It was possible Ghanima looked a bit too gleeful about this. "You and you. You two. You two too. You and you, and hrm, you, and ... you." There was practically a halo over her head as she pointed at Tyler. "There. Get to know your new friends, then get to know the mat. Anyone I didn't just pair up, find your own partner."

[Up early for massive SP! ~~Wait for the~~Massive OCD is massive and up.]

ETA:You people are breaking my browser! Mingle | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Ghanima and Tyler | OOC | Next Week's RNG

Current Mood: cheerful

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina Harker was in the park, entirely under-dressed. Tiny shorts, an incredibly too tight black tank top, various leather straps, holsters, and the like... it was not an outfit one would normally see the Victorian woman wearing.

Currently, Mina was attempting to climb a tree.

Well, if you counted repeated jumping at a tree branch and failing to grab it 'climb'.

She'd also back up from the tree, and run at it... and sort of fail to jump and just run into the tree

Though she did look absolutely stunning while doing it.

[ooc: Open! Yes, Mina is acting like Lara Croft, as played by someone who sucks at Tomb Raider

Chronology note: All threads come before Minsc's, please.]

bigdamnprincipal

Even with the sun out, it was still fairly chilly on the causeway, creating a brisk reminder of what everyone would be leaving behind for the next week as they traveled through the Caribbean.

As the students, teachers, and guests gathered to wait for the portal to Florida, everyone was given a copy of their lodging information and a trip itinerary to peruse:

Eastern Caribbean Cruise Itinerary (7 Days)
Sunday: Portal to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Ship departs 5:00PM)
Monday: Princess Cays, Bahamas (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Tuesday: At Sea
Wednesday: St. Maarten, Netherlands Antilles (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Thursday: St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Friday: Grand Turk (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Saturday: At Sea
Sunday: Portal back from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Portal opens 7AM)

[OOC: Up early for SP! The cruise posts are up now as well: rooms are here and the ship is here. Please check to make sure that you have a room assignment, and let us know if you were accidentally left off. Also, make sure you have

fh_trips friended so you'll see the rest of the posts this week!]

atreideslioness

Ghanima was rather sure any serious training would be frowned on aboard a ship full of students and civilians, which is why she was at the gym today instead of packing.

Crysknife sheathed and ready at her waist, she carefully picked-up two bladed disks, weighing them carefully in her hands before hurling them into the air where they separated into ten spinning weapons.

Ghani grinned sharply, settling into the opening stance Alia had taught her so long ago. First, she would see how many she could deal with unarmed.

[OOC: Open gym is open! If you want to see Ghanima's idea of a workout, you can see it here.]

Current Mood: predatory

canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com

Marion had spent most of the afternoon decorating the bar with Valentine's decorations she ~~handwavily~~ got from Turtle & Canary. The whole red and pink theme was kind of making her gag but it was Valentine's Day and people were here to find love or whatever.

Marion hoped she was getting a bonus for this or something

After she had set all the decorations and tables up, she put out a nice sign:

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Marion Ravenwood
Reject people real fast

When everyone arrived, Marion got on stage and grabbed the mic. "Okay everyone, this is how this is gonna work. I call your name and someone else's. You get together. You guys talk for three minutes, get to know each other and then you'll hear this," Marion put a whistle into her mouth and blew. "Then I call your name with someone else's and then you switch. Then you do the same thing again. Five times total. Questions? No? Good!"

Then she blew the whistle for fun.

[3 minutes = 10 comments, 5 for each of you. You can do these out of order but try not to Joss yourselves. Up early for great SP justice]

[~~Wait for the OCD or, I swear, I will have Emmett hug you until your back breaks~~ OCD UP!]

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

So far disaster hadn't struck and it seems that the StuCo wasn't tempting fate with the choice of decor. Good thing. It would suck to have an invasion before everyone got lucky on Valentine's Day.

There was still plenty of food to eat, dances to be had and, hey, it looked like someone spiked the punch.

[You are some damn talky people. This is your mirror post (possibly not your last) for the dance. ~~Wait for the~~ OCD ~~or you'll have me to deal with and I fight dirty~~ up!]

[Quick links: Mingling, Food, Shadowy Corner, Chaperones, Dancing, OOC

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

Arrivals to town hall would notice that the Student Council took a darker approach to the decorations this year. The colors of the streamers, balloons and table cloths were in shades of dark red and black. Instead of cut outs of hearts and pictures of cupid, there were broken mirrors hanging on the walls, open umbrellas scattered about the room, fake cobwebs on the wall and glittery cut outs of the number "13" hung everywhere.

You even had to walk under a huge ladder in order to get into the dance.

Sure, they were tempting fate by having a Friday the 13th themed dance but this was Fandom. What's the worst that could happen?

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD ~~or so help me...I'll hurt you~~ is here! Up early because Natalie said so and to get the most out of play. Second part to go up later on tonight (tomorrow?) to save browsers and to spike punch]

[Quick links for browser friendliness: Arrival/Mingling, Snacks/Punch, Shadowy Corner, Chaperones/Security, Dance Floor, OOC]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Only one word could adequately describe what Greg Brady thought of Things Reborn when he walked in. "Groovy." Since he was such a helpful guy and there didn't seem to be anyone around, he decided to help out customers with any questions they might have. Also, he put up a sign that said "10% off all 70's clothes." It was his way of helping pull people in.

Also, he was going to buy a lot of them. That would be helpful, too.

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