fandomtownies | Entries tagged with nate summers

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

It was the last day of the reunion and Jessica figured she needed to take a moment alone. Get some solitude, a place to be with her thoughts for a little bit, in a quiet place. The beach would work. Have some white noise from the water, what could possibly be more relaxing.

When she got there, food was already on the grill, the volleyball net was set up, and a pig was sitting next to a spit, eating from a trough. There had to be a story there. And wait, who started grilling food on a beach only to leave it, and a pig? If this was Fandom magic, it was really weird Fandom magic.

Anyway, alone-time apparently wasn't happening. She could settle for some BBQ as long as she avoided anything that might have come from that pig's family.

The Impromptu Labor Day Beach Cookout was on!

suitably_heroic

The chances of Atton achieving anything remotely resembling a good mood were pretty much zero at the moment. Below zero, in fact.

So when he stepped outside the MCA that morning and watched a bunch of zombie gremlins shambling towards him, he just sighed. "I don't want to deal with this today," he said.

The zombies didn't seem terribly impressed by that, so he lit his lightsaber with a snap-hiss. "No, seriously," he said. "I really, really, really don't want to deal with this today--"

[[ first for me and me and me, open after that! ]]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Like so many weekends before it, the calm of a September Saturday morning was interrupted by the unscheduled opening of a portal in the park. This one sprang to life in a blaze of blue and gold and a burst of glitter before settling into something more stable.

The first to flood out were a score of squirrels, followed by some alots, a few teal deer, and some gremlins who had left Fandom to seek their fortune through biting. Then humans, humanoids, and those we never asked about too closely came through the portal.

Welcome back to Fandom, alums! Even if you hadn't planned on being here this weekend!

[OOC: Feel free to establish your folks coming through if they aren't taking alternative methods to arrive! HAPPY TENTH ANNIVERSARY, FANDOM! Come hang out in the IM chatroom gogremlins if you have time to kill and want to catch up/squee/find out what people have done IRL over ten years...]

furnaceface

Oh, sweet, beautiful weekend. Jono had been looking forward to it all week, just so that he would have a proper excuse to make his way to the Groovy Tunes to go through the new music selection. A new single by Janet Jackson, an import of the Very Best of Art Garfunkel (UK Edition), a new album by The Doors (which would be coming home with him, thank you) and A-ha (who Jono was sort of surprised to see was still making music), and a handful of DVDs...

Huh. Darren Hayes was still relevant enough to be putting out a video?

Look, it was entirely possible that Jono was well aware that there was a big thing of some sort going on around the island this weekend (he was a telepath, thank you, and everything had gotten rather more loud upstairs than the island generally involved), and it was also completely possible that he was throwing himself into his job today very thoroughly so that he'd actually have the spoons later to deal with it all.

And if he actually happened to sell any music today, even better, come to that. He still had the Help Wanted sign in the window, with a few shifts left over through the week, though he wasn't holding his breath (ha) that there would be any sort of stampede for people to come claim them.

[OOC: Groovy Tunes is open! And OCD-Free!]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

He'd had a good run here at Fandom. A really good one.

But to all things came an end. Living in Baltimore had drawn Cable further and further away from the island. With Wade's help, he'd found ways to fortify their position that still complied with this baseline Earth's laws-- ways to keep Jan safe until she could do what had to be done.

Honestly, if he thought about it now, keeping ties to Fandom was downright irresponsible. It would be a great deal harder for their enemies to find them if they stayed away from multiversal hubs.

And so today he came back to Town Hall to make preparations, gather his things, and put the last hand to his plan to net Fandom a mayor worthy of its eccentricities. He left messages for a few people - on island and off - packed items into a few boxes. Switched off a few safeties. Destroyed a few (but not all) of his files.

This era was ending. He was, as always, prepared for the next.

[[ and with that, cable's leaving to make way for a new mayor! if you want to walk in to talk to him, or think he contacted you, the post is open. this is your last chance to talk to him before departure. he's had a good run, but he's done. ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

After a long (long, long, long) weekend where Jan had apparently decided that sleep was the devil and absolutely refused to go to bed, Cable was... well, kind of looking forward to some peace and quiet.

Which was why he'd gone in and opened up the store, taking Tether with him.

Now the dog was curled up by the door while he went through the news in blissful, wonderful silence.

Mmm. Silence.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Just because they were living off-island now didn't mean Cable was going to stop watching over Janice like a hawk. (It just meant that he had gotten around to occasionally trusting Wade with the job instead.)

So of course when he went into the store on Friday morning, she was right there with him. In fact, so was Tether, who had quickly gotten used to being clung to for dear life - at least until Jan actually saw the store and immediately ran up the stairs.

And refused to come down.

Cable sighed, and peered up the stairs one more time. There she was, sitting in front of the door looking stubborn. "Fine," he said. "Come downstairs when you want your lunch."

With that, he flipped the 'Open' sign and sat down behind the desk.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Not a single goat had managed to wrench its way through Wellspring's doors - of course they hadn't. Cable had set up his security system for a very good reason.

It meant less goat tears to clean up in the morning.

Instead, he took Jan down into the shop with him, making her run through the weapons on display again. She'd need tactical insight when she was older; this was as good a time as any to start.

"And goats--"

"Get punched," Jan said triumphantly.

[[ open! up early for timezoneiness. ]]

bigdamnprincipal

Zoe had spent most of yesterday pacing in her living room, rereading the letter from the school board, and leaving angry phone messages in clipped five-minute sections. The limitations on voicemail were just ridiculous when one had a lot on their mind.

When the day had gone by and Zoe hadn't heard from Bo, she decided to prepare for the worst - namely, that this visit was going to happen whether she wanted it to or not. She might have been powerless to stop Fandom from bureaucratic invasion, but at least she could try to warn everyone for what they might have to do. Since it wasn't just the school that was going to have to pass muster, Zoe sent out ~~handwavey~~ emails, as well as a message with the squirrels, to call everyone for "an important town meeting." Thankfully, the squirrels seemed to have gotten her message to the radio station, and between the broadcast and the emails, she was hoping that students and townsfolk alike would make it to the town hall. She'd tried to find the balance between urgency and not worrying people in her message, and she aimed to maintain that tone once everyone got settled down.

"Good morning, and thank you all for coming to this meeting," she said. "I know you all have a weekend to be enjoying, so I'll attempt to keep this brief. We have a bit of a...situation happening tomorrow at the school, and unfortunately, it's going to involve the town as well. The school board is coming with some important visitors and, well, I'll just let this speak for itself." Zoe straightened up a bit as she pulled out the letter from Stephen Colbert and read it to everyone. She was tempted to leave off the last two bullets, because really, the rest of the list was ridiculous enough without making the Canadians and aliens rise up in nationalistic anger too, but it seemed important to get the full scope of insanity of the message across.

"I want you all to know that if the tone of this letter makes you angry, you're not alone. We've been trying to...reason with the school board--" which was one way to put 'threatening multiple forms of violence' "--so it's entirely possible that they won't come at all. But if they do, we wanted you all to be prepared for what tomorrow might be like. We just have to pretend for a day, and then things can go back to normal - the real normal that we have here."

Hopefully, the school would still be funded when that happened.

spring-lost.livejournal.com

It had been mercifully quiet in Fandom for some time, but that didn't mean Cable wasn't preparing for the worst.

The security system of the store was getting a complete refit, and the behind-the-counter weapons-in-case-of-emergency were being scrutinized and replaced where necessary. Not only that, but the shooting range was... getting a kid-friendly corner, for in a few years from now when they weaned Jan off the nerf and onto actual armaments.

So Cable? Flitting in and out of the back rooms all day, Tether following his every move.

[[ open, but sp today! ]]

furnaceface

Jonothon was a bit tired when he made his way down the stairs for his office shift at the Boards. He'd been out late, after all, and arguing always left him a little out of sorts. But there was a coffee maker tucked under one arm, and a bag of grounds in his other hand, and together, the two of them were going to get him through the day.

Jono had never been a Boy Scout, but he had to admit that there was a certain sort of charm in their 'be prepared' motto.

[The Boards office is open!]

godofxbox

Alex did not foresee much meditation getting done today, what with the...infestation. He'd borrowed a sword from the stock to use in defending the front door of the shop. (Although a golf club might have been about as much use.) He hoped Cable would understand, but how could he not? The dolls were creepy.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation was open, and Alex was doing his best to keep it creepy doll free.

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

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Who will take home the big crown? Who will go home in tears? Find out on this episode of Toddlers and Tiaras!

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Cable was not especially avoiding his father.

He was just... biding his time. Coming up with a few possible scenarios to work with. Listening to the radio to determine whether he had to keep Jan a secret from him or not.

Or, in this case, judging Jan's finger paintings with a critical eye. "Cyke," she informed him, pointing at the stick figure with the sunglasses and the over-exaggerated teardrop by his face. "He's emooooooo."

"Wade needs to stop telling you about my family history," Cable said. Dryly.

Wellspring Arms was open. And full of children's paintings.

throughaphase

The place was open tonight, and hopefully people had actually heard about or seen the signs for the Over 18 party. Otherwise... this was going to be lame, oops.

The bar was open in case anyone wanted to drink (imagine that), and the floor in the back room had been mostly cleared with the tables pushed back so people could mingle or eventually sleep if they ended up not wanting to trudge home later.

And there was a sign out.

PARTYGOERS GET THE FIRST ROUND FREE!
(Must be over 18)

Hello, incentive.

[So I am off to drive the sidestreets up to LA on a spare tire and will be trying to ping from my phone, LJ permitting. If not, I will ping back as soon as I get back omg.]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Cable had spent most of the past week... sleeping.

He had expended a lot of energy prior to that - had come close to losing himself again to the techno-organic mesh. But whatever the rest of the island had done, it had stabilized him again, and he had reappeared, tired but relatively healthy.

And then he'd slept.

And then he and Wade had... reconnected, at that halfway point between violence and something else.

And then he'd slept some more.

But today he was up and functioning, checking in on the shop's inventory while Jan chattered at him from his big chair.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

The Nothing approached. Not visibly, not yet. But inexorably, steadily, certainly.

When Cable had checked this morning, there were merely pieces of continents missing - now most of the landmass itself had gone. He had hoped to find something, anything that could put a permanent stop to this, but now...

( They were out of time. )

He accessed the telekinesis he hadn't used in a long time and sourced it through his techno-organic limb, pushing it straight through the connection between him and the device, which unfurled like a flower. The energy coursed through its petals and shot outwards, covering much ground before shooting straight up, through the layers of sediment, through the ocean--

And then curving right back to form a dome of shimmering blue energy that cradled Fandom, Ingvar, and the Isle of IKEA.

The Nothing thundered onwards a few hundred miles away. Soon.

Underneath Fandom, Cable's eyes went a perfect white, his feet lifted off the floor-- and then he didn't move again.

legion-we-are.livejournal.com

While she was no closer to understanding the draw of imperfect representations of yet more imperfect objects, Myria studying the paintings. It was like a word on the tip of her tongue, a sensation that was confusing and distressing.

Glands again, no doubt.

Being human, she surmised, was something like slowly losing your sense of self. When you'd never really had one to begin with.

The gallery was open for business, of course.

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Occasionally, Cable liked to do work that wasn't ~~shady manipulation of events behind the scenes~~ wasting his days on town paperwork at town hall. Which meant that today he was back at Wellspring, setting up a toy target on the far end of the shop.

Jan was of an Age now, and she now owned a nerf gun. It was time to start practicing.

That didn't mean the Open sign wasn't on the door, of course. But it did mean that any would-be customers might have to duck.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Cable was starting to wonder about Wade's recruiting strategies for babysitters.

Mind, he did this every time Wade claimed to have gotten them a babysitter. Right now, he was going through his long archive of written-down radio broadcasts, looking for Seifer's name and making notes. Some would call that paranoid; he would call that looking out for his dau-- Janice.

He also had the HELP WANTED sign back in the window, though he wasn't really paying much attention to it. Jan was sitting next to his desk, poking at the dog and just generally tying things into poor Tether's tail, but she seemed quite content with that.

He was going to leave her to it.

[[ open, no OCD! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Normally, Cable would leave the 'taking notes on the new arrivals' part for radio. However, tomorrow was going to be spent at the Deadpool-mandated birthday party for Jan, and so he wouldn't have as much time to pour over radio as he'd like.

Which meant that today was spent at the shop, working out a good Bluetooth solution so he could at least listen in and make some notes while he was busy... birthday-partying. The Open sign was on the door, as was the HELP WANTED one, but honestly, he wasn't paying much attention to whoever walked by the shop windows.

It was a newbie day, and preparations had to be made. As one did.

[[ open without OCD, woo. ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

The stock had been checked often enough, and Jan was currently secure upstairs. That meant that, after turning the Open sign over early in the morning, Cable could sit down behind his desk with a copy of Guns & Ammo and pour over the latest models.

Though that kind of got old after a while, too.

Eventually he just grabbed a box of left-over objects from various Fandom Rains Past, and went into the shooting range to line 'em up among the targets.

Hey, sometimes when you put in some shooting practice, you had to make your own fun.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Cable had been on this island for over four years now.

He'd been a pony before. And last time, Jan had been small enough that finding out she could suddenly walk (courtesy of being a foal) had been a shock and a danger. Right now, the danger was a lot less pressing.

Jan, in fact, was merrily trotting up and down the aisle of Wellspring, with Tether and Max dutifully following her around.

She was probably going to have a very warped sense of what normality was like, when she grew up. But as far as Cable was concerned, that wasn't a bad thing in the slightest.

(Now he just needed to figure out a good way to wield a gun while he had hooves...)

[[ open, no ocd! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

With one employee back and working (he wasn't going to count the weeks the boy had been otherwise occupied), Cable supposed he should be spending some more time in the store. If simply because it'd been a while since he'd taken the time to sit down and really explore the latest development in the arms market.

He really needed to start looking into putting some turrets on the building. Sure, the roof made it hard to put anything down on there, but the diagonal lines just made it a challenge. Maybe something that came up from underneath...

The Open sign was on the door, as was the Help Wanted one; a husky slept peacefully near the door, and the boss... was browsing.

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

It seemed someone would never escape from giving impromptu concerts in the park after something bizarre happened. Which was good for everyone else!

While the Holograms weren't there with her, Jem could still give one darn good show for this little island! Who wouldn't be thrilled to be a part of that? She was a singing sensation thanks to the powers given to her by Synergy!

It made perfect sense!

So here she was, performing her hit single: Truly Outrageous!

( A lyrical masterpiece there. )

[[SO DAMN OPEN]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Egypt was starting to make Cable paranoid. (More paranoid than usual.)

It wasn't his ancient Egypt, but still: what if?

So while he might have opened up the store and hung the HELP WANTED sign back on the door that morning, he was planning to spend most of his day upgrading the defenses. Just in case. Because really, what was another laser trip wire more or less? Would it really matter all that much?

Not if you asked him.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

They were in ancient Egypt. Cable hadn't taken any chances: he'd gone off-island yesterday, not to play tourist, but to make absolutely sure this wasn't his universe's ancient Egypt. He had good reasons for it.

He just wasn't going into them.

He'd left Jan upstairs just in case before opening up the shop, HELP WANTED sign joining the little one that read Open. Sat down, stared out the window, not that he could see much of Alexandria from here.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Vikings showed up outside the store periodically, but Cable had long since started to ignore them. Time travel was nothing particularly novel to him. If anything, right now, it was a pain in the ass -- they were just in luck the device below hadn't gotten damaged again in transit.

Just in case it did, though, he was restocking the shelves at Wellspring today. Jan trailed behind him, whacking things with a tiny nerf bat. Much to poor Tether's panic, as he didn't know what to make of the bat and kept barking at it.

That just spurred Jan to greater heights of violence.

Wellspring Arms? Was a loud, loud place today.

Fear anything under four feet.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

In front of the castle in the preserve stood three green warp tunnels yadda yadda.

These are the misadventures of the poor fools who picked the second one.

( Arrival! )

( Traversing dat castle! )

( OMGITSBOWSER )
[[ preplayed with the absolutely gamazing

mouthy_merc,

heromaniac,

i_am_the_rat,

takesafterme and

longislandiceme, and to be continued in liveplay in the comments! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

"Thank you for coming here at such short notice," Cable began. He had called everyone here by ways of radio broadcast, and now he was standing upright and at the front. He looked about ready to kill something with his bare hands. "Let's keep this short. We've been in the middle of an invasion since this Friday. Now our children have been kidnapped. We won't stand for this."

He had a big gun strapped to his back that said he really wasn't standing for it.

"We've learned of some potential entrances to the castle, where we suspect the children are held," he continued. "Volunteers will be sent out to test the entrances and get our kids back. Any questions?"

Hey, he'd said he was keeping it short.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

With Ino gone, the shop was now... empty. For most of the week.

Cable wasn't too bothered: he had enough overseas accounts to sustain himself for decades if need be. But it did mean quiet, and an opportunity for other arms dealers to try and make their way onto the island, so: here he was again, hanging the HELP WANTED sign on the door.

He'd left Jan upstairs this time, watching cartoons. Finding AIM on the island on Saturday hadn't been a pleasant surprise. It meant security had to go up. Which meant: checking all their stocks again, reprogramming some of the turrets, and just generally keeping an eye out for who might come in - or near - the shop.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Brooker had slotted easily into their lives like he'd belonged there last weekend.

Nate supposed there was an Aesop of a kind in that, but he didn't care to explore it. Rather, he was interested in the implications the boy had posed: about the future, and about the Askani. (And about Chamber, but he was already past the point in the timeline where any of the information the little girl had given was strictly new.)

With those thoughts on his mind, he switched the open sign on Wellspring's door, an uncharacteristically quiet Jan at his side. She had taken to Brooker quite a bit-- maybe she missed him.

Nate resolved to head out back with her and Tether for some practice time soon to keep her mind off it all.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

"Wanna shoot!" Jan crowed. This had been roughly the eighty-second time she had said so. She had started saying so that morning when she had first caught sight of one of the love monkeys - it had briefly increased in frequency after one had attached itself to her wee little body and hugged it - and she had yet to stop advocating violence towards the poor creatures.

He should really start teaching her pacifist philosophies as well, Cable reflected, before this got too far out of hand.

On the other hand...

He shook his metal arm until the monkey detached itself and went flying.

"I'm kind of starting to long for a gun myself..."

[[ open! I was... totally going to put this up before, yes. ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Things had been calm in Fandom for a few weeks now. That meant Cable was doing the exact opposite of sitting still; he was ordering in more weapons. The likelihood of the island getting hit again increased with every day they came closer to summer, after all. It was only good practice to make sure they were stocked.

A side matter involved Jan, and the new BB gun he'd ordered her. Her motor skills wouldn't be quite up to par to learn to shoot in any real sense just yet, but it did mean it was becoming time to start teaching her the first few rules about gun safety.

... In other words, yes, that was a giant, half-metal man looking very serious as he lectured a three-and-a-half-year-old child on how to hold and fire a water gun properly.

Incidentally, the HELP WANTED sign was also up on the door.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

... This BB gun business took more scrutiny than Nathan had originally anticipated. Yes, he knew the importance of choosing the right firearm in most other situations, but he didn't realise that even in the realm of non-lethal...

Well.

He still had his nose in a catalogue, was the thing, even if Jan was busy trying to climb up onto his desk. (The practice was good for her.) "Go practice your block-throwing," Nathan said idly, when it finally got to be enough.

She was getting to be quite accurate with those blocks. It was promising.

spring-lost.livejournal.com

There was a sign sitting out in the window that read Help Wanted; Inquire Within, though Cable had other things on his mind than actively seeking employees at the moment. Jan was almost three and a half, now, and thanks to Wade, she was already becoming acquainted with the art of the toy gun.

Which meant that, in Nathan's opinion, it was about time to start researching air- and BB guns for training purposes. The sooner she learned to defend herself, the better. The swordplay, he'd leave to Wade.

So there he was, at the desk, leafing through magazines while Jan attempted to hold up Tether with her water gun.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

"I think you all know why I've called you here today."

Cable stood at the front of the large room, on a platform that made him look even bigger than he already was. Wearing a dark blue spandex suit and the mother of all huge-ass guns on his back, he made for quite a figure.

"Our citizens have been attacked, or even kidnapped. Communications have been cut off. Most of the island is now covered in a labyrinth. I caution you all not to enter it. Likewise for the bog that seems to be surrounding the school at the present time. We are now all operating under a state of emergency; anyone who isn't armed should feel free to take arms from Wellspring, or from my private reserve here."

Yes, he kept guns in the Mayor's office. Was anyone really surprised?

"But rest assured that this emergency will not go on forever. I am already putting security precautions in place, but to do this effectively, I need your help." He glanced around the room. "These goblins are kidnapping lone stragglers out on the town. Do not go outside without an escort. Preferably several. And I would like anyone who wants to lend a hand to let us know now, or at least form a team to patrol the area on their own. No one benefits from lone rangers." Well, unless they were him. But anyway... "I'd especially like to ask you all to be vigilant around the dorms. So far, the invaders have only taken students, and I think we can all agree that their safety is a top priority. A team will need to set up a defense perimeter there."

He gave the gathered one last group. "And if anyone has any recon whatsoever on what these things are and how we can stop them, I suggest you make sure we all know about it," he said. "I know many of you will be hitting the books soon. Keep us informed."

And now that that had sunk in... "Now, ladies and gentlemen, we have dealt with worse in the past. Plenty of invaders have tried. There isn't a trace of doubt in my mind that we can beat back this latest batch and still be back home safe in time for Christmas."

He nodded, and took a step back, making room for any of his colleagues to take the stand, if they wished.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Saturday morning, Nate was down in the shop cleaning up house and going through the stock. It wasn't that he wasn't sure nothing had been stolen or sold, but the process of it meant he could calm and organise his mind, go through his strategies in his head.

Jan had sat down on his chair and she was wobbling back and forth now, giggling as she did; she'd been doing that so often by now that even Tether wasn't really bothered by it anymore. The dog had slumped by her feet, his ears twitching only occasionally.

The open sign had been flipped on the door. Wellspring Arms was ready for business.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Cable hadn't managed to get quite as much work done the past few days as he would have liked - something which he blamed almost entirely on Wade. He had his tricks to keep his hormones down, after all.

He was also hoping that this particular Fandom Incident wasn't going to keep on happening straight through Jan's teenage years, or he was going to have to have some Words with the island's machinery.

Still, here he was, back again, going through papers on his desk. He had a desk fan set up just in case anyone with slightly more pressing hormone issues stopped by. He was considerate like that.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Parents' Weekend.

To be honest, Cable had spent most of it indoors, checking the radio broadcasts to ensure that no one with any designs on Jan had shown up. It took till Sunday for him to be satisfied, and judge everything safe.

So he'd taken the child with him to the office. Jan was currently in the process of attempting to fold swans out of left-over paperwork, which was a lot more complicated than you'd think. (At least, that's what could be read out of her very concentrated expression.)

Nathan, on the other hand, was more busy keeping up with his own paperwork, especially the forms pertaining to the island's population. That didn't mean he hadn't instructed his secretary to make sure anyone looking for a chat (and not bearing obvious weapons) knew it was fine to make housecalls.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

It was the middle of the day, which meant it was time for the habitual walking-of-the-dog (or at least as habitual as Cable let it get. He was a big fan of his enemies not knowing when to expect him).

In a change of pace, though, Jan was at home. He figured Wade would let him know if something was up.

Tether bounded through the park ahead of him, sniffing things here and there. Behind him followed a burly mayor, in a decent enough mood, if watchful.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

With the start of the new semester came the start of Cable's usual OCD: sorting out new students and new teachers on his forms, transcribing any important details gleaned from radio, and generally being ~~paranoid~~ diligent.

Tether was skipping around the store with a happily flailing Jan in tow, crowing something about Dora that Cable endeavoured not to think about. She was almost three, now, and it was... something.

He frowned after her. Weapons training, soon.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Cable wasn't the kind to hide after debacles like the one a while ago, especially not after several years spent at Fandom. What he was concerned about was Jan's wellbeing, and as a result, he'd been spending rather a lot of time fixing up some new safety protocols just to ensure nothing would go terribly wrong.

He was relying on those now; she was upstairs, watching new episodes of the cartoons Wade kept insisting she absolutely had to watch. It was... a little educational. A little.

It also left Cable some time to talk to Irene on the phone about Rumekistan's current plans for industrial expansion. Which he did from behind his desk at Wellspring, sagged back in his comfortable chair.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Cable went down into the store early in the morning to check up on the stores. Mostly. That was part of the reason-- the other half of it was that he was putting in some new... enhancements at the shooting range. Purely for his own benefit.

What was a challenge for everyone else wasn't one for him.

Jan pottered around and played with Tether in the hallway, happily babbling away at the dog about the ragdoll she'd brought downstairs. It was very, very important.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

There was no better time or place to oversee the work being done to set up for the graduation brunch than early in the morning with the dog, out in the park. The first men and women were up and about their roles.

Cable paid them a moment's worth of attention, then proceeded on his way.

Tether had calmed down over the years, and so Cable could devote most of his attention to Jan. Who hadn't. Calmed over the years, that is.

In fact, she was trying to get a look at just about everything. Ever.

[[ open ]]

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Being sans two kids out of three meant Cable had achieved peace again for the week. Something for which he was very, very grateful. In fact, he'd left Jan upstairs in the apartment just this once, preoccupied with videos and toys and probably Wade.

So Cable (and Tether) had the store to themselves today. He celebrated it with a soda and a long, luxurious update of his files. Mmm. Files.

There were some things he wanted to clear up about the weekend's children, for one, and he still hadn't input that note about dwarves in Sergeant Angua's file.

[[ no ocd; open! ]]

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Now that everything had calmed down, Cable was doing inventory.

In the past, that had been a fairly simple act: he'd go around and check the back, go through the store, and make sure everything was in order.

By now, though, this had turned into a circus act. Jan kept waddling at him, tossing toy boats and ragdolls his way. Tether would then try to reclaim the objects and dump them somewhere in the corner. Jan would then go after Tether, forcing Cable to intervene, and throwing some of the stocks into chaos in the process.

There was rather a lot of facepalming in Wellspring Arms, today.

[[ open, and a Nazi alligator ate the OCD. True story. ]]

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Jan wasn't too pleased to be back in Fandom.

Cable was starting to feel she was getting a little spoiled, so he made her sit in the meditation room for a good chunk of the day, getting used to the circumstances as they were.

He cleaned out the store, fed the dog, and settled into his chair for another long day. Especially since his desk had chosen to change colour twice that hour alone.

Fandom.

[[ no ocd but open! with likely SP until the evening ]]

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Returning to the city after the trip meant Cable had a lot of paperwork to get back in order. (The spa had pampered him last week, and he'd already moved on to scheduling another appointment for a massage at Theodoric's, somewhere between all the paperwork) Of course, Jan liked to leave her mark behind, so a lot of forms had to be redone.

It almost made him miss the days the worst she would do was leave teethmarks.

[[ open! ]]

atreideslioness

It was entirely possible that Ghanima looked smug as people arrived on Sunday evening, and it most likely was not helped by the woman beside her. "Good evening, everyone, and welcome back from the Bahamas," she started cheerfully. "Tyler's not well today, so instead Miss Alianne will be assisting me today, whom some of you may remember from her tenure as a teacher."

Aly raised an eyebrow at Ghanima then shook her head, clearly amused. "The rest of you can call me Aly," she said. "Only Lady Ghanima, the Princess Royal feels the need for such formality." She paused and looked back at Ghanima. "What is it you have me doing up here again? Shaking things up, I think was mentioned..."

"And here I thought I invited you for your charming personality," she replied dryly. "And if we're going to start with the titles, I do know a few more of yours..."

"Instead, however, we are going to shake it up a bit. No snowball fights this time, I promise. Aly, would you like to pick the first three sets?"

"It was my charming personality," Aly decided smugly as she looked over the fighters. Some she recognised, some she didn't, all piqued her overactive curiosity. "You two, let's try. You and you, annnnd -" she grinned at the tall guy with the ponytail. "You and that one other there."

Ghanima had given Aly a briefing on the club members before everyone had arrived, so that she'd know what sort of material they had to work with. "You, with her, and you and you," she said, naming off the last two pairs. "As you've probably noticed, you haven't been partnered with these people before; you're all working across the different ability levels."

"Which doesn't mean beatdown time," Aly said. "And I'm pretty damn sure I didn't have to say that but too bad. My old mother-" somewhere Alanna was having a heart attack at that description "-used to say that if you run into a fighter you can't learn something from, you probably should give up right then and go sit in the old folks' home because you've obviously become completely inflexible and stupid. So - go on, learn something and see what happens."

"Children, don't cheat and try to kneecap your opponent, it's rude. Advanced... try not to just box their ears. You aren't old enough yet for that to be funny," Ghanima continued, smiling. "For those of you picking your own fights, try going with someone from the other group, and see what you can learn."

[OCD UP!]

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