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

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

None of this was real.

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

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

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

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

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

[open!]

thatwaslucky

Maybe it was the fact that Rey felt like she should have a routine to fall into even though she hadn't been here long enough for that. Maybe it was something else. But it was about the time that she stepped out of her too-big apartment to leave for the day that the feeling that things were wrong really hit.

That was quickly followed by a dawning horror that she wasn't supposed to be like this. She'd largely avoided being affected like this in this town, and this was a hell of a way to have that change.

All right, so.

She ended up at the park, taking a seat on a bench. If anyone came by, then obviously she was just happily enjoying the scenery and watching the rubber duckies in the pond after a long time away. But mostly she was trying to reach out and get a sense for other people on the island, what they were feeling and whether there were any little flashes of panic from people figuring things out. She'd expected something weird today. This didn't feel weird. It felt more than that.

You know, she would have liked to get some training in first.

[Open! Happy!

revengenotebook

Unlike most Fandom events that the alumni remember, this one was not a glitter-drenched nightmare, though it was a little dinosaur-themed, if "tasteful" and "dinosaur-themed" could be in the same room togther.

Think more giant palms, less Tino in a loincloth. There were drinks and snacks, music and nametags. Come on in, Fandomites! Tell us what you've been up to.

always_someone

This year, Student Council had gone for the most empowering theme they could come up with. Be strong! Be glamorous! Be a Glamazon!

And they would have gotten away with it too, if not for that pesky pollen making for some last-minute revisions to the decorating. The glitter was a staple, the glitter was fine, and so there was plenty of that to go around. But the Greek statues that had been set up tastefully around the Community Center had all in one fell swoop started to seem decidedly less tasteful, and so in a fit of panic, Student Council had dressed each and every one of them up...

... in lingerie.

At least it was glittery lingerie? Though the end result did seem a little less Ancient Greece and a little more Rocky Horror than had previously been intended.

Glamazons, guys!

[Arrive/Mingle | Photographer | Food & Punch | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Prom Court | OOC]

firstofitskind

Liam - he was reasonably certain his name was Liam, anyway, since most (though pointedly not all) of the ID he'd managed to find with his face on it had that name - still had no idea where he was, or what was going on.

Valerie? Verity? Whoever she was, had declared that she needed some time to herself, and Liam had obliged.

Except... he hadn't the slightest clue where he ought to go, so he'd settled for wandering around the town until he'd found a place that had hot beverages of some sort.

He'd waited his turn in line, asked the person standing at the counter for a recommendation, and received a beverage. There was just one small problem, apparently.

"Money?" he frowned at them. "I don't have any with me."

whatdattonguedotho

Eddie had started this week off hopefully to get out and drum up some advertising for the paper. Mostly so people knew it existed.

But instead, he'd been lured into the records room. And it had been... a bit of a time suck as he caught up on some of the news of the island. Everything from vampires to gnome theft.

"And you guys sold no papers?" he asked, side-eying a deer as it lurked by the coffee pot.

It just made a disgruntled deer noise back at him, somehow producing a full coffee cup when he'd looked away for five seconds.

"Okay, we'll. Uh. Work on that."

Step one was going out to local businesses. Maybe he should make a list of them...

[very open business]

revengenotebook

Right, so Brooke was clearly out of her mind this morning, and the list of suggestions for catching a husband were deeply stupid, but...it was for a grade.

And Paris was verrrrrry serious about her grades, which was why you would find her on this particular corner. Crying. Just like #40 told her to.

Granted it said in a corner rather than on one, but she thought this would get her noticed by more people in a way that wasn't public drowning attempts in November (#118, she was judging you so hard).

If this failed, she supposed she could always go to Yale (#111), right? God, this was dumb.

[OOC: So very open.]

whatdattonguedotho

Eddie wanted to think that he was settling into his new job. Or, at least, no longer as concerned for his sanity.

Also, when he'd arrived this morning for his first real day on the job, there had been a banner up and cake to welcome him to the team. He wasn't going to question how deer managed to put it up or get and slice a cake for the office.

He was just gonna go with it.

Yep, that was for the best. Not gonna let any of it bother him today. Not even when he needed to wait for a deer from IT to show up and unlock his new work computer.

"Thanks," he told the bespectacled deer as it bounded off, away from him as fast as it could.

[the newspaper is open for business! Lol comms]

sharp_man

Anybody walking past Caritas would have spotted a sign out front:

Caritas presents:
THREE-MINUTE DATES

It was written in a calligraphy that was decidedly at odds with the fact that it was done in neon marker on a bar sign.

Inside, tables had been set up throughout the bar, with little candles just a shade nicer than they probably should have been on each one. The zombies were wearing pinstripes (except for the drummer, who was inexplicably wearing a bowtie) and playing their way through a collection of swing music. On the bar were an assortment of snacks, mostly nice cheeses and crudités, with slices of good, crusty baguette.

At eight o'clock sharp, Hannibal took to the stage in front of the band and nodded to the assorted guests. He was dressed in a lovely burgundy and red plaid three-piece suit with a pink shirt and blue paisley tie and pocket square. Somehow, it worked on him.

"Welcome to Caritas this evening, and thank you to the staff for hosting us. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter, and tonight we are hosting three-minute dates. I hope that many of you will be participating. I am obliged on behalf of myself and this establishment to advise you that we are not liable for any inconvenience or damage you may incur. Hopefully those will both be kept to a minimum, however. Rude behavior is frowned upon." That was a mild but serious look he was giving you all preemptively.

"This is an opportunity for you to meet and make friends, and perhaps spark something more. It will work like this: I will announce pairs of people. You will go to the tables indicated and meet, and you will have three minutes to introduce yourselves and do whatever you like, within the bounds of legality and public decency. Then the band here," he gestured at the zombies, "will begin to play, and you will wrap things up before I announce the next pairings. You will each have five dates. Should you wish to spend more time together, the bar will remain open afterward, and we encourage you to remain and mingle."

He smiled and spread his hands. "Please, enjoy."

[Each date is five comments per person; if you need one or two to wrap things up, that's cool, too, but keep it short in the spirit of things. Regular bar post for post-3MD mingling should be up Saturday, but this is going up early for great timezone justice.]

~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up! Have at!

seriesofbaddecisions

Town hall was decked out for homecoming, and there was certainly... a theme. Halloween Under the Sea was definitely a theme that they had come up with.

And it was a theme that was put together by several people not from this universe who didn't know much about Halloween, or what this planet had under its sea.

So there were definitely backdrops of waves lining the walls, and they were decorated with things like fish. Fish that were wearing costumes that had been Googled so that some might have firefighter helmets on, or cat ears. One was very definitely a superhero. Same for the octoroks. And sure, yeah, maybe you had one of these guys on a wall but he was wearing a witch's hat!

There was also plenty of orange and black glitter around, too. Don't worry, they hadn't classed the place up too much.

unusual_sith

It was homecoming time, and that meant the park was decked out festively in glitter and banners welcoming alumni back, and booths for all sorts of fun and evil, depending upon your inclination.

The weather was cooperating wonderfully, and everybody was invited!

gobrookeyourself

Brooke was at work, and she was unhappy, which largely had to do with the fact that she was mostly blue.

And now, while trying to dress a mannequin up for homecoming in irritation, she was on the phone with customer service for the bath bomb that had done this to her, using words like "blueberry" and "legal team" and "I will own your whole family."

Anyway there was a homecoming sale on! Hi!

[Open! It begins!]

throughaphase

Kitty had intended to go to her office, pick up some work, and bring it home to do. And then right before she got into the bar, she got ambushed with snowballs.

Now, as someone who had a decent relationship with gremlins (she hoped), obviously this meant war.

There was now a snow bunker outside the bar, which Kitty was hiding behind as she frantically made more snowballs in order to lobby back at them.

[Open! Snowball fights are the only reason snow doesn’t entirely suck.]

omgnochecksyet

Just when you thought it was time for the island's collective consciousness to maybe move on from the whole sharkicane thing... along came Homecoming! Well, the theme was actually "Under the Sea", but like the Student Council wasn't going to have glitter-encrusted sharks feature heavily in the decorations? Please.

Of course, it wasn't just sharks: there were plenty of glitter-dolphins, and fish, and ~~octopuses~~ ~~octopi~~ octopodes too. Jellyfish-shaped lights hung from the ceiling, and strategically-placed LED projectors were set up to complete the underwater ambiance.

[ooc: OCD is a go!: Arrive/Mingle | Photographs | Food/Punch | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Homecoming Court | OOC ]

justice_undone

The sun was out, brightening the day, and in the a tend was set up, with a banner on it that read:

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2017

Inside was a buffet table, offering a wide variety of food, a grill for those who wanted barbecue, and plenty of tables and chairs. And shadowy corners, for those who preferred that.

There were no warning signs up for glitter.

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The park- Monday morning

Fandom High 20 Year Reunion Mixer, Community Center, Saturday Evening

Prom 2019, Community Center, Friday Evening

The Perk, Saturday Afternoon

Fandom Island Gazette, Friday

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