It was Valentine's Day, and love was in the air! Or pollen. Love pollen? Something like that, anyway. It wasn't like the holiday cared any, after all. Not when there was a dance to be had. And this year's dance had just the thing to take everybody's mind off of that pesky pollen!

That's right, dancing. Which, to the uninitiated, might seem a bit redundant for a dance, but Town Hall wasn't having any of that. The whole place was decorated to look like a dance club, complete with funky blue mood lighting and laser lights. Glowsticks were optional, glitter was everywhere and might or might not be an excellent excuse for boykissy, and the music tracks tonight seemed to be a selection of Marvin Gaye and Barry White music... Along with a selection of songs from Lords of Acid.

One did not question the dance. The dance knew what music the students needed today.

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

myownface

Upon entering the Town Hall tonight, dance attendees might notice a very definite theme tonight! A very definite, very sparkly theme tonight, with enough glitter strewn around the place that there were, in fact, glitterdrifts piling up around the edges of the dance floor. Everything was glittery, or sequiny, or rhinestoney, with a sort of sci-fi punk sensibility about it. Ish.

You'd be surprised how difficult it was to find 'Glitterpunk' as a genre on google for reference.

Welcome to Homecoming 2014
GLITTERPUNK!

stacyexperiment

The carnival was still going strong, and of course the booths were always a big draw! Whether you wanted to kiss someone, see them sopping wet in late October in Maryland, or just throw pie in their face, there was plenty more to do!

There was probably still glitter involved somehow.

[Post I | Kissing booths | Dunk tanks | Pie tossing | OOC]

suitably_heroic

The first thing to hit the island was an enormous trunk labeled, simply, WAR.

A second later, the individual who'd dropkicked it through the portal in the first place - one Atton Rand - followed it out.

And so did the rest of the travelers.

Welcome back to Fandom, all, where it is at least slightly warmer and there's actual electricity.

endsthegame

The school had instructed everyone going on the fall break trip to gather up at the causeway late on Sunday afternoon.

There was a little designated area for the luggage to the right, while students and teachers could gather up on the left. There'd been an instruction about winter wear in the invite, too - hopefully everyone had complied, considering their destination.

Now it was just a matter of waiting for the portal.

[[ open for all trip-goers. first trip post will go up later today. ]]

not_every_mage

Anders watched the pet store's cats play and sleep in their kennels for a long moment before he turned to Rapunzel, ridiculous grin still on his face.

"Can we take home all the cats? Or at least four or five?"

He was joking, but he wasn't. Four or five cats would make him perfectly happy.

[OOC: For the roomie, but also open.]

not_a_moonie

The day that would greet Fandom's visitors was sunny with just a hint of fall crispness in the air -- perfect weather for reunions, or for almost anything else. A large tent set up in the park had been decorated with balloons, streamers, and a few minor drifts of glitter. Of course there was plenty of food, as well as tables, chairs and shadowy bits for parents, relatives and friends who fancied a quieter start to their weekends.

A large banner hung at the entrance to the park read:

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2014

[Registration & Security | Food & Drink | Mingling | Shadowy Bits | OOC. Have at it.]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Hey, guess what! The bar was still open, the band was still playing, and romance was still in the air. Wait, that was the smell of booze. They're almost the same thing.

Johnny walked up to the bar, got a drink, sat down, and turned around to take a look at all the three minute daters. Nobody seemed to be making out on the tables, which was disappointing and not the way he expected something like this to end. Granted, he had no idea how he expected something like this to end.

Anyway, the bar was open and Johnny was definitely a teenage boy.

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Jessica walked into the bar right before 8:00 and strode up to Tino. "It's not happening, okay? I'm not signing up. I'm here for a drink. That's it. Maybe some spectating."

Tino handed her some notecards and pointed to the stage where the band was starting to play. "What is this?" A spotlight swung out to the bar to focus on Jessica. "Wait. No."

Tino nodded.

"Fuck you, Tino," Jessica sighed. But whatever, she was just hosting all of a sudden. It could be worse. She walked up to the stage and started flipping through the note cards. "Not reading this. Not reading this? Who was this even written for? Anyway, it's Three Minute Dates. Find each other, talk to each other, you'll hear some kind of noise, and apparently the names will be shown up here on stage. Great! So I don't even have to stay up here and read every... Dammit, my name's up there, isn't it?"

From the bar, Tino shrugged.

After this was over, Jessica was going to web Tino's pants in such a way that he wouldn't be able to get them off for hours. That would show him.

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

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

Epic OCD ~~is beginning.~~ HAS ENDED! GO FORTH AND LAY YOUR SEED. Um. Wll, not right away. Maybe later. Talk first.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com

So Eleanor and Celia were on complicated terms at the moment. It wasn't bad, they weren't exactly fighting, but neither of them were budging, which was casting a serious pall over an already long week.

This was exactly the sort of moment that called for the beach party they had been meaning to throw all bloody summer. Obviously, what they needed to do was stop planning and just throw it. Tell a few friends, ask them to tell a few friends, and get the message out that way.

Holding it spur of the moment made it a very simplified party -- no themes, no decorations, no posters tacked up around town. But they did have the essentials: food, music, and a large bonfire.

Really, what else did you need?

(Open to EVERYONE, EVER. Feel free to assume someone mentioned it to you or that you just stumbled by for no good reason. There's a bonfire, it's easy enough to spot! OCD ~~INCOMING~~ UP!)

fh_thumbprick

On Friday morning, a strange mist rolled out from the park. It smelled sweetly of cotton candy, much like the scent of the night before. When the mist ebbed, it left something in its wake: tents and booths and rides, spread somewhat haphazardly around the park.

A moment later, the lights went on. At the front, an arch that bore a sign: Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show.

A tall man with a dark mustache stepped through the arch. He took momentary notice of the carnival's surroundings. Then he clasped his hands together and turned around, disappearing into a small tent just off the carnival grounds proper.

As the attractions turned on one by one, music drifted from each ride like the mist that had come before it. It could be heard everywhere on the island, inviting anyone with the time and the wish for merriment to approach and try its many delights...

professor-lyman.livejournal.com

Since there was no need for a mid-summer welcome picnic, the administration had splashed out on this one: the tables (located under giant tents) were groaning with sidedishes from corn on the cob to potato chips to baked beans to several dodgy-looking jello salads and the grills were set up along the beach cooking chicken, hamburgers, hot dogs, ribs and veggie burgers. There was an ice cream sundae bar, watermelons, enough lemonade and ice tea to swim in (please don't swim in it), coolers for more adult beverages if you were an adult or sneaky about it, and areas roped off for tug of war and relay races and pick-up softball games if people were in the mood to be more active than just stuffing their faces and waiting for it to get dark.

The music was playing loudly--one of the more esoteric of the zombie band's offerings--and the sun was shining. It's hot, it's humid. It's the 4th of July and there's plenty of free food to go around. Come on over!

likes-ducklings.livejournal.com

Rapunzel...okay, so she was a little nervous about this. But Rapunzel really, really, really wanted to go swimming. She'd never had (naturally), and today she'd finally found the courage to pad down to the beach, barefoot as usual, and curiously watch the ocean for awhile.

"There probably aren't sharks or anything," she told Pascal, who buzzed dubiously. "What could it hurt?"

There was the fact that she didn't know how to swim, at all. And that she had seventy feet of hair that could act as an anchor, or get tangled on something and drag her to the bottom of the ocean, or -- the very worst -- take all afternoon to dry.

Though it didn't, usually. One of the many magic things about her hair, she supposed.

Rapunzel tentatively tiptoed towards the water's edge, dipped a toe in, promptly squealed and scurried back away from the tide. She gradually got a little more brave, and within the hour, she was walking ankle deep in the water, her hair mostly piled further up the beach, safe and dry.

She'd work her way up to swimming. For now, she was busy collecting seashells, which she'd also only ever seen in books. "Pascal, look! This one looks like a lightning bolt, kind of!"

Pascal chirped in agreement. It kind of did. Kind of.

[open post is open!]

likes-ducklings.livejournal.com

The funny thing was, it wasn't like Rapunzel was normally not in a great mood. At worst, she was occasionally sort of gloomy, or a little frustrated -- like yesterday, when she had brushed her hair until it gleamed just because she was really mad at one tangle.

But today she was in the best mood ever. Like...ever. She hadn't been even close to this happy since she'd left her tower -- and really, that was saying something, because again: Rapunzel, girl of perpetual sunshine.

Today was a beautiful day, she'd decided, and as such she'd made her way out to the park with Pascal and her sketchpad. The latter was sitting in the grass for the moment, though, mostly forgotten, because Rapunzel had decided to try climbing a tree.

And what was a girl with seventy feet of hair to do in a tree except swing in it? So that was what she was doing, her hair looped under her as she swung on it from one of the branches gleefully.

"Best -- day -- ever!!"

[open post is open!!!!!]

likes-ducklings.livejournal.com

If you were to put together a list of all the things that Rapunzel had not experienced in her tower, it would probably be longer than her hair, honestly.

But today, she had discovered one of the most important things that had been absent from her life up to this point: doughnuts.

It had taken her a good long while to pick something out, once she'd wandered into the bakery with Pascal on her shoulder and her sketchpad under her arm. And then, of course, she'd had to unstick her hair from the doorway, and then, once the staff was good and annoyed with her, she'd taken her time to pore over everything in the case until she finally picked out a brightly-sprinkled little circular cake.

"A doughnut, Pascal, look!" And now that she was seated at her table, she was trying to be good and sketch it quickly so she'd remember this wonderful treat before she actually ate any -- but then she cheated, because she wanted to make sure her drawing also effectively communicated how it tasted, and now she was at war with herself, sneaking little tastes as she carefully scribbled in an approximation of sprinkles. (They were the best part. Her life had really been so empty before she'd discovered sprinkles.)

[open post is open!]

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

Pizza! Rapunzel happened to think that pizza was yet another of those brilliant modern culinary inventions. Right up there with ice cream, and those candy things that had both chocolate and peanut butter in them. Which meant that she was sort of wiggling impatiently as she waited outside for someone to show up so that they could eat.

This didn't actually mean that someone was late. It mostly just meant that Rapunzel really wanted some pizza.

Pizza!

[Expecting one, but open if you either want to talk to Rapunzel, or just want to get some pizza.]

pulseof_life

Given that today was a Sunday and therefore not a day where she would be in danger of skipping class to eat cookies (which all things considered, Yeul thought was a terribly mild sort of danger and rather amusing to contemplate besides) that made it a perfect day to wander down to, and then inside, J,GoB.

While on other days Yeul would be perfectly content to eat cookies by herself if the urge struck her, today was not that sort of day.

Luckily, thanks to very important cookie plans made on Friday, she would not be alone for long.

[Yeul is expecting someone but totally open, sure!]

glacial_queen

So, somehow, Karla had managed to talk Priestly into loaning out his kitchen to anyone who wanted to help make food for tomorrow's Thanksgiving feast. She still wasn't sure how she'd managed that, considering Priestly's odd reluctance to trust her in the kitchen, but she wasn't going to look the gift chef in...the...uhh, oven?

Okay, that metaphor had gotten away from her a little. Whatever. They still had a kitchen to work with and an amazing freezer that had every ingredient imaginable AND a tram. Between that and Karla to oversee everything, there was no way that this Thanksgiving meal wouldn't turn out amazingly.

...Specifically since Priestly had tapped his cook to actually oversee the kitchen. And several members of StuCo had also planned to keep Karla from interfering too much.

Either way, there was plenty of cooking to do if anyone was interested in helping!

[Posted and lightly modded with

lovemykilt's blessing. Up early for SP and open for anyone interested: student, teacher, or townie.]

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

Rapunzel wasn't sure why, precisely, but she'd woken up with the sure knowledge that today was a day that required ice cream. Ice cream!

There was a very important thing to remember about ice cream, too. It was a lesson that she'd learned early on at Fandom, and really taken to heart. Like most great things in the world, ice cream was better when it was shared with someone.

So she'd made a quick call to issue an invitation, and now she was beaming as she walked through the door of the Chilly Boulder. The guy behind the counter looked up, seeming surprised that anyone even wanted anything. Which kind of made sense, given the time of year, but that wasn't going to stop Rapunzel!

furnaceface

Tomorrow was Halloween, and while Jono had never really done much for Halloween in his pre-America days, it was one of those holidays that had managed to quickly grow on him. Something about being a night for monsters, coupled with being a teenaged monster himself, had appealed, and he'd made an attempt to enjoy it as much as his circumstances would allow, since.

That was why the doors to the theatre were open today to anyone who wanted to pitch in and assist with decorating the place for tomorrow's Haunted Theatre. He'd gotten as far as setting up a few assorted displays, and there were extra canvas corridors set up in the already dark backstage, leading into costume racks and props storage and dressing rooms that were practically crying to be booby-trapped. He was fairly certain that his collar had enough power in it to maintain a hard-light audience of the undead up in the seating, just so long as he only projected it while people were wandering through, and he'd stocked up on refreshments for people who'd like to help out today. The more spooky fare was being saved for the actual event.

Unless he started nibbling, which was always a possibility.

[Open for anyone who wants to drop in to visit Jono or help set up spoooooky things in the theatre! OCD-free because I'm a lazy, lazy thing.]

bloodyspitfire.livejournal.com

It wasn't safe for him to be out and about so soon after the jailbreak, so shortly after regaining his freedom right along with everyone else in detention. Especially not taking into consideration the fact that he hadn't been able to get his hands on enough leather to so much as fake a set of bandages, to keep the riot of flames pouring from his body hidden as he walked through the dark. But so help him, Jonothon hadn't seen the sunlight in three damn years, and he swore to himself, if he ever tasted freedom again, there was only one thing he knew for certain that he was going to do.

The rest of his life was up in the air, wide open with no direction to it at all.

But this morning he was going to stand on the beach and he was going to watch a sunrise. Just one. And then he'd get on with sorting out whatever was left.

[OOC: Open to Loyalist or Resistance, just bear in mind that the guy with the nuclear weapon for a chest will be not best pleased if you try to pick a fight before the sun is up!]

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!]

3s-a-crowd.livejournal.com

After classes had finally gotten out--and Sholeh had never been so glad to be released from classes before--she'd found herself with lots to think about. And a hand that hurt a lot, especially after having to climb the wall in Bootcamp. Rather than scurry back to her dorm and try to lose herself in a book as she usually did, Sholeh decided that a nice long walk was in order. Maybe that would help clear her mind. She could feel her sisters at the back of her head, cold fury radiating off of Zeela in waves, but both of them were quiet for not, letting Sholeh come to her own conclusions about things.

Sholeh spent the entire walk to town deep in her own thoughts, trying to reconcile her thoughts on authority with the punishment she'd received, with the teachers like Mr. Priestly and Mr. Bolton and Mr. Wayne and the teachers like Ms. Maggotbone and Ms. Kennedy and the Madri. By the time she was paying attention to where she was, she had walked all the way to JGoB--and there, had stopped. Now she was staring in the window at all the delicious baked goods on display. Oddly enough, Sholeh couldn't tell if she was made more hungry or nauseated by the sight of them.

[Open for all and sundry]

solo_sword

Technically Jaina wasn't supposed to be doing any sort of training yet, but she figured going for a run wasn't really training. It was just a run. She could handle that. Sure, it made her feel out of shape even when she wasn't because she hadn't been able to do anything for two weeks, but details.

She'd set the beach as her stopping point, where she could just stop for a while before walking back to the hotel. It was actually a good beach day, so she had no problem sitting by the water for a while. Until she got bored, anyhow.

[Open!]

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

After all the excitement yesterday with meeting newbies, and people who had been around that she just hadn't met yet, Rapunzel was looking forward to some quiet time on the beach. Away from where all the newbies were settling into the dorms, too. That was a bonus.

She'd probably do some baking later on in the day, and be properly welcoming, but for the moment, she was looking forward to the wind and the waves and the sun on her face.

And meeting a friend! That was fun, too!

[Expecting one, but totally open, too.]

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

The day might not have been absolutely perfect, at least in some objective sense, but Rapunzel's expression suggested that it was perfect for her! She was walking along the beach, kicking her bare feet through the sand and just enjoying the way her toes dug through the grit.

It was nice to not have to wear shoes again, and she was going to revel in it for a bit. And, of course, the scenery. The beach, after all, was still one of the best things ever.

And, maybe, if she was lucky, someone would show up to share in the fun with her!

[Open!]

nocapesomg.livejournal.com

"NO CAPES!" Edna Mode reiterated, shoving an extremely sulky Anakin Skywalker (and his new uniform) back into the hallway.

"But--"

"No butt, either, darling," Edna said, dusting her hands off, "which I imagine is why you tend to cover yours with that cape to begin with."

She cut off his squawk of protest with a wave. "Live in the now! And now is full of plaid and polyblend."

She turned to the next ~~victim~~ victim. "Next! Come now, don't keep everyone waiting!"

[OOC: Anakin modded with permission! Come on down and get fitted with your uniforms or have a "dress like a normal person for once" intervention for your townie! There'll be some SP in the afternoon but I promise to get to everyone!]

Current Mood: creative

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

There was no bouncer at the entrance to the Community Center, all the better for any underclassmen to sneak into the night's festivities and pray that their own official final dance in Fandom would be half so...red. To be technical, the shade was rust.

Thankfully to the more practical among the StuCo Prom Committee, the Mars theme lended itself to plenty of starry twinkle lights and a decadant foggy mist rising from the dance floor that might just help the chaperones in their quest to look the other way when students got too handsy. That was really all that mattered at an event like this. Well, other than the food on hand and the ability for the punch to merge well with whatever spirits were 'accidentally' dropped into over the course of the evening.

For this was a night to be remembered! Even if all that stuck in the memories of the students was the terrifying spacemen floating around the giant papier mache Mars that dangled in place of a disco ball over the dance floor. Or perhaps it would be the fantastic flavor of the fiery fountain of cherry pie filling. Fake fire, of course, but the filling? Totally real and delicious. Even if it looked a little too much like fiery blood for some people.

Welcome to your 2012 Fandom High Senior Prom!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Punch + Pie | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC1 | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: pleased

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

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

Even with a bit of a chill in the air, the beach remained downright beautiful. While Rapunzel was getting used to wearing shoes, she still felt most comfortable barefooted, and there was something especially delicious about the way it felt when she dug her toes into the sand. Added to the feeling of a crisp, clean breeze tugging at her hair, the sun against her face, the strange salty-tangy smell of the water, the soothing sound of the waves, was the view. Which was still positively breathtaking at times.

Well, it was small wonder that it was Rapunzel's favorite place on the island. Being out on the sand helped her relax and clear her mind of stress and worry.

And it was a good place to meet up with friends! (Though, really, Rapunzel thought that of most places.)

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

Rapunzel was skipping along with a huge grin on her face. She'd spent a good chunk of the morning brushing out her hair (she was finding it took a lot more effort to take care of it all here in Fandom; maybe because she kept dragging it through areas that were dirtier than she'd thought).

But! It had totally been worth it this morning because her roommate was taking her shopping! Which apparently would get her more clothes to wear! It sounded positively magical!

So in one fell swoop, Rapunzel was going to have more than one dress to wear and learn something new!

It was enough to make a girl skip along, and spin in gleeful circles every so often.

Though, to be fair, Rapunzel was prone to doing both of those things on a fairly regular basis anyway.

"So what do we do first?" she asked excitedly.

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