fandomtownies | Entries tagged with peter wiggin

They might not have been billionairs, but a succesful popstar and a world leader could drum up quite an impressive budget together. The community center itself was transformed, to such an extent you wouldn't recognize it when you entered.

Unlike the white wedding, the colors were pleasantly dark, soft blacks and dark blues dominating the floor, the ceiling, the walls. The lighting implied the ambiance of a sort of upper class rave, with pops of color penetrating the darkness, and tasteful flowering plants lining the walls.

There was a dusting of glitter, a gentle mix of red and white, that blew across the floors and reflected the light at strange angles. The food served at the tables in the far corner - tastefully separated from the rest of the room with dividers that mimicked some of Van Gogh's darker flower paintings - was the work of the Hegemony's own kitchen; fancy finger foods fit for world leaders.

There was a dance floor. There was an expensive DJ, flown in from Milan. Envy's wasn't the only music being played, but it was in heavy rotation.

Welcome, Fandom. Come get your free food.

[[ party open to everybody! ]]

whenshewasnice

The day was finally here.

Fandom appeared to be cooperating: all the evidence of Friday's paint rain had gone away overnight. Envy's team had of course had a plan B about what to do to alter the theming of the wedding ceremony if they hadn't, but they'd been glad to put away the paint cans and just follow plan A instead, as -- well, planned.

So now the inside of Fandom's little church was decked in tasteful white flowers in extravagant numbers, with little bits of greenery to make them really pop. Whichever direction anyone happened to point a camera lens towards, they would always find the background pleasing and elegant. And they should appreciate that, because one person on the team had spent the past two weeks engineering and planning just that.

There was also a string quartet, playing something classical and light as people entered and found their seats.

And, of course, there was a smattering of music reporters sitting in the back, while one of Envy's assistants explained to them with endless patience and a soft, hushed tone that yes, their exclusives were still exclusive and not in conflict with each other when each of them were from a different universe entirely.

Everything was just about ready for the Adams-Wiggin wedding.

[ooc: Open!]

whenshewasnice

Come Friday evening, there was practically a festival area in the park. On one side stood a line of various food trucks, serving ~~moddable~~ food and beverages, courtesy of Envy and Peter's wedding budget. On the other, there was a merch booth for anything and everything Envy you might want - at least in terms of apparel or physical records. There was also a little cordoned off media area to one side of the stage, holding members of the music press from around the multiverse, ready to live-tweet the show back into their worlds.

And then, of course, there was the stage, looming over everything, just a little bigger than what a show in a small town park strictly speaking needed. The back of the stage was already lit up with giant block letters of made up of a gazillion light bulbs, spelling out ENVY. Just in case anyone forgot who tonight was really all about. (Or needed a reminder about who to Google.)

The paint rain across the island was still going, so hope everyone was either cool with continuing to be dyed various colors, or had brought an umbrella or perhaps a big newspaper to shield themselves with. Either way, the hope was everyone enjoyed themselves.

[ooc: ~~Pls wait as I establish some subthreads in here!~~ Open, have at!]

endsthegame

With three children and a husband who was exploiting his return to Fandom in good style, Ender didn't have much time to go out and do much of anything by himself. He didn't mind, but after months, it was beginning to wear on him. And so, given the chance to get out of the apartment for an hour, he took it.

He pulled up a chair at the Perk, his simple black coffee in hand, and settled in. Looking out the window. Looking inside.

Watching the people move around, going about their lives.

[[ open, if sp ]]

lockestheway

Had Envy and Peter really needed the stopover on their way to their next multiversal vacation? No. But taking a brief pit stop in Fandom had become something of a tradition, a routine.

Peter would be worried about it serving up one too many opportunities for someone to take a shot at one of them, but their vacations were irregular enough that it didn't seem like much of a problem.

Now, this vacation, on the other hand-- was going to be the first time since last year they'd actually have time to sit down and talk about certain personal matters. And if that was going to happen any time soon, then Peter needed to be properly caffeinated.

So long story short, but there he was at the Perk, a massive container of coffee in hand, making his way through a bagel. Without his suit, he could almost be mistaken for a regular early 20-something, instead of the Hegemon of Earth.

Or actually mistaken.

[[ open ]]

whenshewasnice

Portalocity hadn't tried to screw Envy over, this time. New York in general had released her from its clutches pretty easily, considering she was meant to still be in fittings right now. She rarely put things ahead of work, but this was one of those rare things.

And so she was standing by Chilly Boulder, waiting for Peter. It seemed rude, somehow, to go in without him.

Or maybe she was just weirdly nervous.

[ooc: Envy is here with the guy and the girl, but the post is open for your ice cream needs! ]

bigdamnprincipal

To signify the start of Homecoming Weekend, the park had been transformed once more into a bright, noisy carnival for the students and staff, residents of the town and, most importantly, any alumni who'd decided to come back for a visit.

The weather was still a little unseasonably warm during the day, so there were plenty of cool treats for everyone to enjoy, and shady places to sit. If those places were kind of glittery, well, the alumni would have to admit that they'd kind of missed that sort of thing.

[OCD is up! Food and Drink | Tables | Rides | Games | OOC | The First Post]

lockestheway

Peter hadn't even originally planned to come to this reunion in the first place, but the timing had been fortuitous; he'd needed a break, somewhere to unwind. Emotionally, that was. He was still hard at work, and had been hard at work all through every party and attack of insanity that had occurred yesterday.

Which was why he could be found here this morning, idly using one hand to occasionally ferry a pastry to his face while the other one was firmly placed on his tablet. He had emails to write, and a Portalocity connection home to set up.

[[ open ]]

smilestopscars

There was a small chance of rain on the island today, but as the weather was still warm enough, that had not stopped the school administration for having the customary brunch outdoors in the park. It just meant some more canopies had been set out, to protect both the alumni as well as all the food and drink on offer from any possible rain.

There were flowers and streamers in blue and gold on tables, as well as perhaps some tasteful glitter.

Okay, more than enough glitter. Sorry, bad habit.

smilestopscars

Much like the last time this event had taken place, it would appear to anyone who came to the community center tonight that whoever had been responsible for decorating for the reunion mixer actually had some taste. The decorations were simple - blue linen on the tables with gold flowers as centerpieces, and a notable lack of any tacky accoutrements - but there was, of course, gold and blue glitter scattered just about everywhere.

Don't tell us you hadn't missed it, old Fandomites.

[ocd up! | Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Food/Open Bar | Dance Floor | Dark Corners | OOC]]

bigdamnprincipal

The weather was still a little cloudy in the evening, but it was warm enough that hopefully people would still feel like partying. There was certainly enough food for a party, along with cool drinks and equipment for beach games like beach volleyball. Or beach dodgeball. Or beach something-else-with-balls because the residents and alumni of Fandom tended to be a creative ~~and violent~~ lot.

As the sun went down, the tiki torches came out, so there was no rush to head back indoors. It was time for an evening of fun!

[Here is your pre-reunion party! *boogies*]

whenshewasnice

Natalie had not really expected the week's work to come to an abrupt halt because of this reason, but she wasn't complaining. About that anyway. Not about Lilith's presence, or ensuing surprise trip to Fandom. About something else, though.

"This town is awful for brunches," she noted as they surveyed what was on offer at J,Gob. her tone had a mildness that didn't betray how nice it was to be saying that to people who probably really agreed.

[ooc: Nat is here with her AU family, but this post is open for all your pastry needs!]

lockestheway

To someone, somewhere, it was probably good to know that Peter, for all his busy schedule controlled his life, could still find time to help out a friend. Acquaintance. Person he knew. Former personal gofer? Yeah. That last one.

Topher had badgered him for his help. Peter had refused... once or twice, until he'd realized that there might be some use in keeping the guy happy. He was a pretty decent hacker. ... who was really good at getting into Peter's systems and bugging him with pop-ups.

Ugh.

I refuse to do this without coffee, Peter had said in the end. So now here he was. Nursing a cup of coffee. Looking faintly annoyed. Waiting for Topher. Ugh.

[[ expecting one, but open! ]]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

The weather was still behaving itself, so the sun was beaming down brightly (which might not be appreciated by those who overindulged last night), the humidity wasn't unbearable, and the mosquitoes were keeping to themselves.

Beneath a generously be-glittered banner that read "20th ANNIVERSARY REUNION!" was a veritable feast of breakfast-y foods on tables that looked dangerously close to toppling under the weight.

There were pastries, various egg dishes, and yogurt parfaits in mason jars (because Pinterest might have died ten years ago but mason jars were forever). There was more coffee than should probably be legal.

Come out! Tend to your hangovers! Explain any walks of shame!

And, if you were a father, come get your complimentary glass of sparkling wine or Bloody Mary. The administration figured you deserved one.

bigdamnprincipal

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

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

endsthegame

It was a Fandom tradition that went back... well, at the very least several years: graduation brunch, offering visitors and locals alike the best food available on the island.

There was a banner that stretched from tree to tree declaring CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2013 in big glittery letters. There were tables full of ~~moddable~~ food and drink. There were happy decorations in blue and yellow and a long series of picnic tables for people to sit at and mingle.

And then there was the bit at the end where Mayor Swanson was barbecuing an entire pig's worth of food. Uh... Yeah.

[[ ocd up! | Mingling | Food and Drink | Tables and Chairs | Edges of the Park | OOC ]]

vanillajello

Inside one of the previously abandoned warehouses was now a club. A virtual reality club, to be exact, with lots of neon lights in green and purple, and virtual reality glasses abound, through which you could see a virtual reality... with 8-bit graphics. But still! (Don't ask where all the stuff had come from. It was better if you just didn't ask.) And behind the bar, there was a woman: super blonde, in tight shiny clothes, with long gloves on her hands and a collar around her neck.

You might even get in without being Swedish! But Katerin might not let you participate in a VR race if you're not.

[open!]

nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com

It had been made clear to Ron that there was a strange problem going about the island. This problem involved the sudden disappearance of many of the town's residents. Personally, he felt it was rather a matter of personal responsibility, but as the mayor he should make some effort to find them again.

And then advise them all to take some self-defense lessons. Because really now.

Anyway, he'd been scouting the woods for a while now. Rifle in hand, quiet, listening. Watching. So far? No hint of anything. Maybe they were all involved in a cult, like Communism.

...

There was a clearing. There was a very large clearing. Ron could not remember seeing this clearing on any maps. But it was there. And it was full of people-- in various stages of dress (and that dress varied from the weird to the bizarre)-- sprawled across the grass.

"Definitely a cult."

He cleared his throat and backed away. They could deal with... their own business.

[ this is your post-BDE wake-up post! injuries sustained during the BDE can be kept or discarded at your leisure. ]

whenshewasnice

For this (hopefully) last day of AU children, Natalie had adopted a strategy of one kid at a time, because did everyone else realize how tiring four daughters got when pretty much all of them had some way of reading you more closely than you wanted them to? It was exhausting. And Natalie had had to take care to cover up the new bruise on her neck right below her jaw, with make up and a scarf and wearing her hair down.

But yes, breakfast was Lilith's turn. (And Peter's, but he wasn't here yet.) They'd chosen the Perk just to be away from the dorms. Nowhere on the island was private, but at least the coffee was a little better here. And who'd want to eavesdrop on two blonde girls conversing in mild tones, anyway? Not that their conversation wasn't interesting to them.

There were many things they couldn't talk about, but there were equally many they could. And getting seemingly pointless tidbits out of each other was almost a game.

[ooc: Nat is here primarily for the Wiggin(s), but the post is open!]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

The collective wisdom of the Student Council this week pretty much boiled down to "body glitter is AMAZING", and that somehow translated to a space theme for prom. The ceiling was covered in twinkling lights, and there were glitter-drenched foam planets, moons and asteroids hanging in corners and above the dance floor and buffet.

There was glitter everywhere, of course, because "excellent focus" wasn't really a hallmark of anyone this week and vials of the stuff kept getting knocked over. There was also containers of body glitter on the tables for those who might not be sparkly enough yet and some slightly questionable artwork of scantily clad aliens with gravity-defying body parts to take pictures next to because teenagers under the effects of sex pollen made the best decorating choices.

The food trended toward the chocolate-covered and supposedly aphrodisiac (with plenty of edible glitter added in, of course) and the punch was unspiked for the moment.

The lights were down low, there were plenty of dark corners, the music was a little Marvin Gaye-heavy and the chaperones, frankly, had their work cut out for them tonight.

Welcome to Prom Night 2013! Try to behave yourselves.

[OOC: Arrive and Mingle | Photographer | Food and Punch | Shadowy Corner | Dancing | Chaperones | OOC] And don't forget to vote!

Current Mood: bouncy

hasadestiny

If there was one thing a Fandom Dance could be guaranteed to have, it was glitter. Thus the abundance of glitter coating the hall decorations should have come as no surprise to the arriving guests, that a large number of said decorations were pterodactyl-shaped may have.

But the theme was 'Love is in the Air', and if you did not agree that the mighty the pterodactyl was the most romantic of flying creatures, then maybe the winged cow was for you. Or perhaps the helicopter.

In any case, there were open doors, and unspiked punch, and the 2013 Valentine's Day dance was ready to welcome you all.

[ Arrival/Mingling | Photographer | Punch & Food | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | OOC ]

solo_sword

It was Jaina's thirteenth wedding (...second marriage) and you might think that meant the wedding might be less extravagant than the last twelve, but no. Not when the Winchesters and Starks were destroyed and she had Skywalker money at her disposal. The outdoor wedding (as it was a suspiciously perfect day for it being November) was elaborate and perfect, and the whole town should be in attendance, because that was how things worked (because there were dresses that had to be shown on camera, okay).

Now as long as no long-lost relatives showed up, no one died, a freak storm didn't happen, no one fell into a coma, no one got arrested, there were no catfights in the pond, nothing exploded, or no one in the wedding ran off with their real true love, it would be a perfect day.

stars_and_money

The Darling twins were turning eighteen today, and thus crossing the threshold into legal adulthood. While that may have been a terrifying thought to some, it also meant that there was going to be a huge freaking party because they were Darlings and no special occasion could get past them without a huge deal being made out of it. So after sundown on this Wednesday evening, there was a huge banner set up in a corner of the park:

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY, JULIET & JEREMY!
And underneath the banner were party tents set up with outdoor heaters and lights, for comfort and atmosphere. There were tables decked with food (including a huge, ridiculous cake) and drink (you were going to have to be an adult or filthy rich to get anything alcoholic, though), of course, and there was and music, and even a karaoke set-up should the mood strike anyone to sing.

It all looked like someone had paid a whole lot of money to make it all happen, and that was before you took in the table with the gift bags. No, not for the twins, though there was a table for any gifts people might bring them as well. No, these gift bags were for the guests. Yes, you were getting gifts just out of attending someone else's birthday party. That was how they rolled – and it was possible Letitia had realized the twins weren't perfectly integrated into the island community. The Darlings weren't above bribery and gaining people's affections with expensive trinkets.

The park was ready for a good time to be had by all! (And since invitation emails had gone out to the entire population of the island as well as few alumni... that really did mean all.)

[ooc: ocd up! and post is up early for timezones and stuff! have at!]

hasadestiny

The sky was cloudy but the weather was just the right side of warm as the sun rose on the traditional Parent's Weekend Brunch. There were tables, chairs, and a buffet laid out with all manner of breakfast (and not-so-breakfasty) foods.

But that wasn't all, there was also a small gift bag for each guest with cookies, stickers, and a bingo card for anyone who hadn't gotten their mingle on enough this weekend.

[OOC: Cookies for all!]

nottrivial

Well, yesterday had been a big day full of catching up with loved ones, but today there were real activities planned! Although it had drizzled a bit the night before, by now the grass was dry and ready to be socialized on, almost as if Fandom knew that Student Council hadn't thought through a Plan B in case of rain and had decided to make things easier on them. The island was thoughtful that way. Now it was sunny and warm, and probably the best weather they'd had in a few weeks. You're welcome, parents.

Even if any of the guests had somehow ~~been deliberately shielded from~~ missed the signs about the field day in the park today, it was pretty easy to spot, what with all the brightly colored flags marking different stations, the big stage with a karaoke machine set up, the probably-larger-than-necessary buckets of station-specific equipment like balls and water balloons, and, of course, the picnic benches and food tables for anyone who just wanted to watch. Everything was perfect, assuming that whoever had commandeered the karaoke machine wasn't completely awful, so hopefully all the families would have a good time!

[[ocd up!]]

gameinprogress.livejournal.com

This would not by far be the only place resistance members were meeting today, but for those who were, there was this: a cache full of weapons, food and drink, some of Ender's tranquilizer in dart and in syringe form, and two Wiggins bustling around as they prepared for the coming fight.

Or rather, Ender's coming fight.

"These are my people too," Peter snapped. "I should be out there."

"You're not a combatant," Ender retorted. "And if I get killed, we're going to need you."

"They're going to need me," Peter said. "You would be dead."

"Don't argue with me," Ender told him.

Peter's eyes narrowed. "Edge of town, you said?"

"Yeah," Ender replied, and turned his back on Peter as the other boy stomped off. (Peter had snagged some things along the way, confident that Ender wasn't paying attention, but he obviously wasn't going to bring that up.)

"So the key to getting the Detention barriers down seems to be in Locker 327," Ender said, several hours later. "Getting into that locker is going to be top priority. I don't care what places you people raid or what people you shake down to get the combination - just do it."

Apparently that was to be the extent of his rousing speech.

[[ for any last-minute preparations, delivery of instructions, and/or actual rousing speeches. ]]

poison-pretty.livejournal.com

Karla had been patrolling this morning and, Mother Night, was it such a rush. The ability to do as she pleased--so long as she was obeying the rules, of course!--when she pleased and where she pleased was practically intoxicating. She'd been skulking and hiding for so long, hoarding her Craft like a miser, Bah! What kind of life was what? She should have known she was on the wrong side from the moment she'd realized she couldn't be a proper witch as long as she was with the Resistance.

She was using Craft right now, in fact. There were flamingos and the odd squirrel that sometimes took it into their head to make noises at her. Karla was showing them exactly why one didn't sass one of the High Inquisitor's most faithful. No fatalities yet, but the reek of scorched feathers and singed fur lay heavy in the air.

In all, it was a good day.

[Anyone interested in talking to/tangling with an Imperio'd Karla before Ghanima fixes her, now is the time!]

lockeunlocked.livejournal.com

Peter was back in today.

He was clearing out his desk. It was a periodical activity - he never liked to leave anything lying around where it could be found. So: gathering up large amounts of paper that was... probably edible (but like he was going to eat that?) and dragging it out to the center of the room to put it through the shredder.

After shredding, he was probably going to burn it somewhere controllable.

But right now: shredding.

[[ open for interacting with peter and with one another, la ]]

goneaviking.livejournal.com

The house was abandoned.

It was hardly the only one - there were many places on Fandom that had seen better, or at least more occupied, days. Here, the stairs creaked, the floors sighed, and the boards against the windows kept the moonlight from streaming in.

Quiet. Empty.

Well. Unless you looked closer, turned the right doorknob, went through the right entrance, then down. Then, you might have the luck of finding Peter Wiggin, bent over his desk, still operational after all this time, the holograph's light dimmed to avoid attracting too much attention.

What he was looking at was a map.

"I'm telling you," he said, "It's got to be now. It's been a few weeks since the new batch came in. Enough time for them to be processed - but not enough for them to know the lay of the land. I might not be the resident tactical expert, but even I know an opening when I see one."
( wherein planny discussion happens )
[NFI, For-Resistance-Reporting-Only, Establishy, Offer Void in Quebec.]

whenshewasnice

Notices had gone out to all and sundry, inviting both those who still lived on the island as well as those who'd moved away to come back for a dance at the Fandom Town community center, in celebration of the 43rd (give or take a day) anniversary of the original moon landing, as well as the wonderful summer they were having.

Once people arrived, they'd find the community center's auditorium decorated according to the theme of the evening. Silver streamers hung all around, and a few papier mache moons had been fixed to the ceiling. The lights were dimmed, and there were flowers – most white, but some of them colored silver – on all the tables, bringing the faint scent of summer with them.

And naturally, there were big tables full of food, like at any large Fandom gathering. There was also a bar, though those underage would have to content themselves with sodas and virgin drinks. Maybe they could get over their sorrow over that on the dance floor, showing off their best Moonwalk.

Everything was ready for the people of Fandom to have a good time.

[ocd: Arrive | Food, Drinks & Mingling | Shadowy Corners | Ladies Room | Mens Room | Dancing | OOC | This event is open to everyone! Have fun!]

dollpocalypse

So paintball... paintball was kind of getting big. Like, bigger than Topher had expected, really.

Now, sure, he could stay outside and keep shooting at people and ducking to cover and hoping for the best. He could, sure. Or he could play to his strengths and flee to somewhere where he'd probably be safe and where he could do something he was good at.

So he made his way (very, very stealthily, mostly as a result of following Peter-the-fox's lead) to Stark Industries, stopping only once on the way to pick up a ton of paint, and then ~~handwavily~~ texted Billy with his idea. Only a few minutes later, he was standing on the front desk, peering at the sprinkler system overhead and trying to figure out how it could be manipulated the way he wanted it.

Yeah, this was going to be awesome.

[[tiny OCD for the purposes of thread organization/ROOFTOP SNIPERS, but YES OPEN OMG.]]

selfhelphero

For all the chompy bunnies that had been taken out yesterday, there were twice as many running around the town now, and to the administration's horror, they'd made friends with the gizka and the Protopets - if "friends" could be defined as "members of an ongoing competition to see who could reproduce the fastest" at least. The Protopets were burping, the gizka were spawning, and the bunnies were...well, bunnying.

The creatures were running all over the island, but there was a considerable amount of them in the park. Maybe it was all the trees to hide behind. Maybe the lake made a nice setting for mating. Whatever the reason, if anyone was looking for a good fight, this was the place to be.

[As mentioned in the OOC post, these creatures can be fought anywhere on the island, but this post is for anyone who wants a specific place to fight, or a group setting to get their aggression out. Minor OCD is below!]

lockestheway

Portals elsewhere might break, send you to the wrong planet, or leave you hanging; this one was forever faithful to its own schedule.

Sadly, for those denizens of the island who might have grown attached to their children, that meant it was time to say goodbye. The portal popped up blazing purple in the center of the park, calling to those it had taken here just a few days ago.

Time to go, time to go home, children.

[[ for your AU kidlet goodbyes! Sniff. ]]

lockestheway

It was that time of the year again: spring break, with its travels to far away and exotic locales! Like Brazil.

Teachers and students had been asked to assemble at the causeway as per usual. Their portal would be leaving early on into the afternoon, so there was plenty of time to pack up your things and hurry on down to catch it.

So, the question remained: was everyone ready for some fun in the sun? Or was there still too much bodyswappy freaking out to be done?

Stay tuned.

[[ gather all, gather around! ]]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

The town hall had been transformed into a ballroom fit for a queen (and/or king. Or multiples thereof). The ceiling was resplendent in ribbons of royal purple, gold and white, and castle murals adorned the walls.

As they entered, tonight's guests were offered their choice of crown or tiara. Over by the photographer ~~who doesn't have a thread because that's what happens when you post at 6:30 in the morning~~, there was a pair of thrones set up to really complete the theme.

And- of course there was glitter. Really, people, did you even need to ask?

Anyway, the doors were open, the punch was as of yet unspiked... welcome to your 2012 Valentines Ball, Fandom!

[ooc: ocd up! up early for timezones and because i was awake already anyway. second post will go up later if/when it's needed! here, have some links for great threading justice: arrival/mingling / punch and food / shadowy corners / chaperones / dance floor / ooc ]

dollpocalypse

So, funny thing about poking at a strobe light without being especially careful about it? It tended to go badly. And... make a bit of a mess of things.

Which meant that Topher's side of the room was... currently a bit of a disaster zone. So rather than taking care of it like a normal person, he'd decided to just bring his laptop and hang out at The Perk instead. Maybe by the time he went back to his room, Dave would have cleaned it up or something?

...okay, maybe not. But he could hope!

[[ooooopen!]]

thefearwasreal

Today the Mythyard was a hive of activity, with various of the odd, and completely not booby-trapped, contraptions lining the walls moving in their odd and unfathomable ways. There were however no ominous sounding explosions, thanks to the cone of silence, they were merely ominous looking.

"Hello and welcome to Mythbusters: Fandom Edition," Oz addressed his audience. "On today's show we're going to try busting some of those myths unique to Fandom, starting with an old favourite involving decorating supplies and homoerotic behaviour, that glitter leads to boykissy."

He turned to his ~~hapless minion~~ assistant. "Care to explain the myth for those at home?"

[OPEN!]

Current Mood: for SCIENCE!

whenshewasnice

The regular Mooby Land staff were a bit confused. A random girl had just shown up sort-of-but-not-really apologetic about being late, insisted she worked here because "come on, I wasn't that late, you can't fire me for that!", put on a white cap none of them remembered seeing at the restaurant before, and scrawled the name of a cheese on her nametag before slapping it on.

Then she'd played guitar in the backroom for a moment (because that totally made sense) before taking her place at the counter, awaiting customers with a slightly non-welcoming look on her face.

Yeah, so, the regular staff were just eyeing her from a safe distance right now, and wondering whether just letting her be would somehow affect their wages for the day. (No, they didn't care about any health code violations. They worked at Mooby Land, for God's sake.) For the moment, they were leaning towards just working with her until the weirdness affecting her wore off.

Natalie -- well, Cheese Name Girl, really, was eyeing them back. Oddly, she felt like there was someone missing here...

[ooc: Open to ALL the people, from my partner in gremlin crime to any and all randoms who want to drop by! Natalie thinks she's more or less Brie Larson in this music video, so she's liable to drop people's foods and still serve them to you if you're mean.]

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

Kenzi wandered in when she was awake, and started re-arranging the mannequins in the back into a tea party. A very, very wrong tea party.

Then she left Karla a note: We still need to name the cock!

Then she contemplated the videos, wondering if Toby would want one. Or the God of Mischief.

So much to do, so little time.

[open and OCD-free]

endsthegame

During the afternoon, workers had built up a large firepit in the center of the park. Smaller ones were built a short distance away from it, just to make sure nobody froze during the festivities.

There was ice on the pond, thick ice, and someone had set up a small booth alongside it renting out skates for the night. Closer to the bonfire, there was a buffet, partly already cooked (and with cocoa, too!), partly set up with raw meat, fish, marshmallows and vegetables for the more enterprising crowd who might want to roast something over one of the fires.

Lights hung in the trees, and the fires blared merrily. Fandom was ready for the changing of the years, and all were welcome.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! | Arrive/Mingle | Food & Drink | By the Bonfires | Skating | Countdown | FIREWORKS! HAPPY NEW YEAR! | OOC ]]

lockestheway

As Ender left the Perk, Peter sank back in his seat. He still wasn't sure what to make of these weekly tête-à-têtes: Ender did not seem to want to impress any particular thing on him, nor did he seem to want anything from Peter. Any idle remarks on Peter's end about Ender pitching in and getting some power were batted aside; any attempts Peter made to drag something out of the conversation that could work in his benefit were efficiently stonewalled.

And still he kept showing up, and so did Ender.

It left Peter feeling a little unsettled, especially in a week like this, where every single thing seemed to go wrong.

Well, whatever. He needed to get it together. He'd gotten too distracted with all of this high school melodrama, and he'd reacted too strongly to Valentine's departure: it was obvious he'd been carrying them for the past few years anyway.

He took another sip of his large coffee and stared off towards the Perk's doors, running his current battery of problems through his head. He was going to figure out every contingency and prepare for it, dammit. Even if it meant wasting most of this month's income on caffeine.

[[ open! ]]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

The glitter could not be contained! Nor could the moose...despite their plastic nature. Homecoming continued onward, welcoming all late arrivals who were still in time for the main event!

Your 2011 Homecoming Court Announcement!

[ Post 1 | Arrive + Mingle Some More | Homecoming Court | More Drinks + Snacks | More Chaperones | More Dancing | Even More Shadowy Corners | OOC2 ]

Current Mood: accomplished

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

Glitter encrusted moosen stood guard in the entry to the transformed Town Hall, reminding all those in attendance that the night was about all things Canadian. Or things the Student Council had deemed Canadian - plus a whole lot of glitter.

Sparkly red maple leaves and paper geese hung from irridescent streamers, setting off the food tables as very much separate from the raised dance floor in case the terrifying papier-mâché beaver didn't make it obvious that the timbits were for eating. Or for dunking in the maple syrup fountain. Beyond pure sugar, there were plenty of bite-size portioned food and nonalcoholic beverages to push the theme into the bellies of all, no matter how tight the dresses!

Beyond the dance floor, the shadowy corners glowed with the twinkle of glittery maple leaf garland and a Joni Mitchell inspired moose that had been strategically positioned to look rather tragic in its lyric-covered glory. Yes, glory. For the evening was to be glorious. Or at the very least entertaining.

Welcome to your 2011 Homecoming Dance!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Drinks + Snacks | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: shocked

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

There were more glittery moose decorations than you could shake a stick at (not that the Student Council recommended shaking a stick at a moose) and the slight breeze from the crisp fall day was making some of the decorative maple leaves rustle around the many booths that had been placed in the park.

After you've had your fill of games and food, who wouldn't want to throw a ball or a pie at Jamie Madrox? And other people, of course, but mostly Jamie!

[Post I | Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC]

Current Mood: excited

charming_thief

lockestheway

It was a decent fall day, not too cold and, for the moment, not too wet either. Those Fandomites headed for Canada met up on the causeway, where soon they'd be taking their Portalocity jaunt to Newfoundland. With any luck, they wouldn't have too many strange connections, either.

But that was a thing for very soon, and gathering up - large piles of luggage and all - was for now. Those leaving had been warned to take work clothes as well as vacation clothes. And to pack warm, of course: this wasn't Hawaii they were headed to this time.

[[ gather up your things! get ready! post is open! ]]

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

As was traditional, the start of the end of Parents' Weekend featured plenty of food, benches, chairs, and coffee in the park. After all, the Student Council couldn't let the parents be weirded out one last time without a feast.

The sky was a little overcast, but the temperatures were still above normal, which was a lucky break for the final day of the weekend.

[OOC: Have fun!]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

The day had dawned crisp and clear, but by the time afternoon had rolled around... it was really still kind of ridiculously warm for fall. People could probably get away with not wearing a sweater, even.

Which made rather good weather for a picnic, convenient since that was the traditional way of kicking off the Fandom High Parents' (and assorted other relatives, friends, acquaintances, or sometimes even enemies, but that was harder to fit nicely on a banner) Weekend. So there were rows of picnic tables decked out in blue and yellow, laid out with just about any sort of foodstuff one could imagine. And just in case there was any lingering doubt as to the purpose of the picnic, a glittery banner (Petra's work, naturally) adorned the registration tables:
( WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2011! )

[ooc: ocd up! registration / security / food & drink / mingling / post two ]

doyoufondue.livejournal.com

The place was decorated in a classic, tasteful this afternoon. It was going to be a small, quiet affair that the entire town was invited to because what was the point of having a wedding if all the people you don't like couldn't show up to glower at you and your happiness?

No point at at, that's right.

It was going to be an event to... kill for?

[[OCD ~~coming~~ is up!]]

lockestheway

Peter had been gone from the island for a very... unfortunate while. After his brother's defection, he'd retreated to Bavaria to lick his wounds. But he'd always known it wouldn't be forever: that he would return, reclaim his position on the island - tsh, on all the Starks, and the Skywalkers, and whoever else - and have some damn good pastries.

"I vill have the espresso," he told the wench at the counter, and tapped his cane on the floor.

His minions... they would know. Oh, they'd know he was here. He'd given the signal, and now they would come. They had to come.

After all, there were microchips involved. Or brainwashing. Or bribes. Or just plain evil. Look, even Peter forgot what plot twist was held responsible for his minions from day to day.

[[ for Peter's minions, but also open to anyone else, with a note that I am currently stuck at a filming location and will be on heavy SP for a few more hours... ]]

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