( Our Heroes gathered in front of the cave, from which gentle chanting drifted... )

[[ THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED! eta: ocd up for aftermath purposes ]]

trigons_child

Anyone who knew Raven would probably be very surprised by her appearance. She looked mostly the same, only younger...except for the little horns sprouting from her head. And then there was the matter of her clothing. She was wearing a cape, long gloves, a leotard, and thigh-high fishnet stockings. It was probably safe to say this wasn't the Raven you were accustomed to.

This Raven was very confused as to how she'd ended up in Fandom. She'd run away from Atlantis with Harley and Ivy so she could find her father, but she had no idea where she was now or how she'd gotten there. Had she fallen into some sort of trap from the Joker's Daughter? She'd spent the first day hiding and trying to find a way home, but today, magic at the ready, she cautiously explored this strange place.

[Raven is Raven from DC Bombshells.]

Current Mood: worried

hollowed-queen.livejournal.com

Karla was in a Mood. A bad one. First, that little snack Alluka had brought for her had gotten away. Now, something was happening around the island and, whatever it was, she didn't like it. She was hungry, all the lovely fog was going away, and she just wanted to bite something until it bled and screamed and died. The bodies of several hollows littered her cavern. She hadn't even eaten most of them, she'd just wanted to murder something and they'd been handy.

Ugh, where was one of those obnoxious Fandom heroes now? She'd show them what a real apex predator looked like.

[For one and for epic SP]

endsthegame

Their efforts against the monsters yesterday had had a real effect. There was nothing left to do for now besides find the monster that lived in the principal's tower-- perhaps with her death, something would change.

And so, a small group assembled on Sunday morning to make that a reality.

( Zoe was less than pleased about the current state of affairs on her island. )

[[ much love to our fighters

uncertain_dume,

vdistinctive,

goodforsix,

raven_unhollow and of course the fantastic

bigdamndean! small OCD ~~coming~~ up! ]]

trigons_child

Raven was desperate to do something useful, so patrolling the edges of the park for any trouble that might threaten the makeshift village within seemed like a plan. She was frustrated by her inability to heal any of the "hollow" she'd encountered, and she was anxious to get Karla back to Glacia and (relative) safety, but she couldn't teleport off the island. On top of that, she knew there was another her running around somewhere out there. Talking to herself was both tempting and too strange at the same time.

So far everything seemed quiet along the outskirts of the village. Whether that would stay that way remained to be seen.

[Expecting one but open!]

raven-unhollow.livejournal.com

Raven prowled through the streets of Fandom, keeping a wary eye out for any villagers foolish enough to be out by themselves (herself excluded, of course) or those who had gone hollow. She was also looking for any of these new visitors to the island she'd both sensed and heard about. Some of them felt...familiar in a way, though she couldn't really explain how -- due either to her empathy being turned down by choice or tiny fragments of her memory drifting away. If they were friend, she'd direct them to the village and safety. If they were not, well, she'd deal with that, too.

She didn't want to get her hopes up that it was help. Hope had long since evaporated, the last traces of it gone after she'd lost Karla. Now it was just protection and survival.

[Open to any villagers, transplantees, hollows, monsters, whomever!]

kintsukorosu

Hannibal had come back here in the early hours of the morning, more to reassure those here that he was still safe and to stay involved in what was going on than out of any real desire to socialize.

The oddities of the day before seemed to have settled back into the usual dullness of day-to-day life, and Hannibal was keeping an eye out for any new people, but other than that, it was business as usual.

Maybe he could get a bit more volume out of their water filtration system today. It was a hobby.

[Open post! Come to the village!]

Current Location: The park

hollowed-queen.livejournal.com

Anyone hiking through this patch of woods throughout the day would notice something distinctly...odd. Normally, it was a simple stand of trees surrounding what appeared to be a small cave, bare for the winter, but otherwise unremarkable. Sometimes, though, there would be a moment and things would...shift. A flicker, a blink, and for the barest instant, the trees would seem darker, the air colder, the cave a little more foreboding. From time to time, there'd be a soft skittering noise from inside the cave and, when the light caught the trees just right, long strands of white could be seen tangling around the trees.

Usually, the illusion spells around her lair gave off feelings of warmth and comfort, exuded a sense of welcome or a spate of curiosity, like something exciting could be found within if one bothered to look. Right now, however, reality flickered in and out too quickly for the illusions to take. They'd come back, though, once this reality had bled into the new one and cemented its hold. Most of the residents were wary enough not to trust anything that seemed so friendly, but there were always a few idiots who were naive enough to fall for it. And in a new world, well, who knew what delightful creatures would come exploring through and discover her home?

Come into her parlor, little flies. Karla would be ever so happy to see you.

[Mostly establishy, but if people want to ping in during one of the longer reality blinks, that's cool, too!]

brood-npcs.livejournal.com

As people in Fandom woke up, they might notice it looked slightly overcast. If they looked up, they'd see a large and imposing spaceship looming over the island.

Some people might be getting something like deja vu.

The ship had been brought by the Brood, who had come by the ship naturally. If by "naturally" you meant that they'd killed or overtaken the crew of the ship and were now using it. They'd come in search of one specific person and found an entire planet full of bodies they could use. Just wait until they figured out how many people in this one location had powers!

The Brood took to the island, not worrying about hiding. The Queens and their sleazoid troops wandered the streets to find anyone unlucky enough to be out, ready and willing to increase their numbers. Who didn't want to come across giant insectoids with terrifying venomous teeth and tentacles for stabbing?

[Welcome to the BDE! You can use this post for reactions/encounters, or make your own. Ping here if you need an NPC, and if you're an infected person who wants a small special thing to do, shoot me a ping or email!]

trigons_child

If Raven had realized what the date was in Fandom before deciding to make a ~~conveniently timed~~ spontaneous visit, she likely would've changed her plans. But she'd been busy lately and had lost track of the time differences between Glacia and Fandom and hadn't noted the date when she checked into the hotel late Saturday night. It wasn't until she found flowers delivered to her room that she realized it was Valentine's Day. And that sent more than a little twist of guilt and anxiety through her as she remembered what had happened last Valentine's Day, making it oh so tempting to just quickly return to Glacia.

She fought the urge and went to the Perk for some tea instead. She needed a nice lavender and chamomile blend to soothe her nerves. She ordered the cup to go, since the fresh air, despite the chilly weather, would help ease her mind, and she'd grown used to Glacia's weather anyway.

She made her way to the park and sat down on a bench, just looking over Fandom as she sipped her tea. Funny how the guilt seemed to be swiftly dissipating, slowly replaced by emotions of a much warmer sort.

[So very open, though I am at work this morning (*sobs* ~~effing flowers~~) so may be slow until later this afternoon.]

Current Mood: flirty

suitably_heroic

The mayor had ordered anyone who liked party planning to the community center to, well, plan a party.

Just to make that point clear, she'd also pasted a giant sheet of paper on the front door, with the specific text from Special Collections photocopied up top, and a message underneath:

WE NEED TO WARD THIS STUFF OFF WITH A PARTY
A KID'S CHRISTMAS PARTY
MAKE IT GOOD
(DON'T SKIMP ON THE BOOZE)

[[ for team party planning! ~~wait for the~~ ocd up. ]]

trigons_child

Raven's brothers hadn't returned to torment her dreams the night before, but she had seen something, some strange image of the human Santa Claus, though his face had been skull-like instead of normal. Ordinarily she might have just brushed it off, but Fandom being Fandom, she knew better.

And on top of that, her shielding didn't seem to be working as well as it should, and the resulting emotional turmoil was both giving her a splitting headache and making her unable to think straight. The children seemed strangely unaffected, but the presence of other people nearby in the hotel was driving her almost mad. She asked Tilda to watch over the younger children for a short time while she went out to try to find some place to meditate and center herself and hopefully get her shielding back in working order.

As she approached the park, a feeling of dread scraped down her spine. She could feel them before she saw them. Her brothers, the other six of Trigon's Deadly Sins. Though she hoped it was just a dream again, she made an abrupt turn to go back the direction from which she'd come. But Wrath was there, blocking her path, and he grabbed her arm and flung her to the ground before she could evade him. The six of them quickly surrounded her.

"Hey, sis," Lust said. "It's okay. We're not here to hurt you. You know that. We're here because we're family, and you belong with us."

"You are not my family and I do not belong with you," Raven said, pushing herself up, bracing for an attack.

Envy snickered. "Told you we were going to have to do this the hard way," he said.

Then it was like the dream/memory again, with the six of them focusing their power on her, darkness crawling over her, seeking to claim her soul, and Raven screamed.

[For she who knows who she is to start, but open to anyone else who wants to play with Raven's stupid brothers. If you want a particular sin to target you, poke me on email or twitter!]

trigons_child

Raven had decided to do some holiday shopping in Fandom, and she had several of her charges in tow, as they had clamored for a chance to go to the island. Karina, Finn, and Tilda had all been in Fandom for Halloween, but this was Jens's first trip.

They'd arrived the night before fairly late, so Raven had gone directly to the hotel. After tucking the children into bed, she'd crawled into her own, and soon ( fell into a restless sleep. )Come morning she was exhausted, but once the children had woken up, she sent a text to Karla to let her know their plans, then took them out to breakfast. And tea for herself, lots and lots of tea. The unease hadn't entirely faded, but she was smiling as she sipped her drink and watched the children try to decide what pastries they wanted.

[Open for all your pastry or Raven needs!]

furnaceface

Jonothon wasn't completely certain he trusted Tristan with most of what was in the house. The cats were fine, but the upholstery might not ever be the same again. That said, employee paycheques didn't write themselves, and there were orders that needed to be put in, and there was holiday stock that Jono was grudgingly beginning to admit probably needed to be put onto the shelves.

Yes, even the Bieber Christmas Album.

But he was tucking it behind the real music, where people who wanted it could find it, and he wouldn't have to look at that rotten kid's face all of the time. And then, come the end of the holiday season? He'd probably burn whatever he didn't sell.

Jono had very strong feelings about crappy bubblegum performed by terrible people. Blame Sugar Kane.

[OOC: Open, OCD-freeee.]

bigdamnprincipal

Originally, this was going to be a much smaller event, but then Fandom had to be Fandom and Portalocity had to be Portalocity, and now Zoe was wondering if there would be enough food for everyone or if she'd have to get things from the local restaurants.

For the moment though, everything was set up nicely. There were tables and chairs set up with blue and gold tablecloths, each covered with glitter from years of use. There were balloons, streamers, and other slightly tasteful decorations, also covered in glitter from years of being stored with things that were also covered in glitter. Don't worry, no one had died from a glitter overdose yet.

Once the food was set out and the (non-tainted) punch was ready, it seemed like things were as good to go as they'd ever be. If things got too crowded, hopefully a fire marshal wasn't among the folks who had come back to town.

[We appear to have broken the post, huzzah! Please use these links to get around: Arrive/Mingle | Food/Drink | Dancing | Shadowy Corner | Corner of 2005 | OOC]

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...]

needfully-yours.livejournal.com

( Jack Sees a Sign )

( Finding a Spot )

( Talking to Fandom )

(Preplayed by the splendiferous

bitten_notshy,

icecoldfrost,

sith_happened,

kenselvren,

glacial_queen,

trigons_child, and

crazy_prepared. (Again, hoping I didn't miss anyone!) Coded by the delightful

fly_so_serious. Next-to-last post, we are NEARLY DONE, but that one is going to wait a couple of hours until I am home from work! NFI, broadcast is fine, OOC is love.)

trigons_child

Raven's first (in her memory) visit to Fandom was...interesting. She'd wandered around for a bit, hoping familiar places might spark some memory in her, but it continued to elude her. She did get a sense of longing and happiness, though, despite the prevailing feel of sickness she was also picking up on.

When she'd found herself outside the Perk, she went inside to sit down with a mug of tea to contemplate the island. The sickness was troubling. She could not pinpoint a source, and it was making it harder for her to detect people who might be sick and in need of her gifts. Plus there was a thief that had to be found and dealt with so that Karla's Jewel could be returned.

A shiver went through her, and she adjusted her cloak -- her white cloak -- around her shoulders for warmth. Picking up her mug of tea, she took another sip as she stared out the window, trying to decide what to do next.

myownface

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 ]

furnaceface

Jono had threatened to drag Hannibal off to do something for his birthday, and really, there hadn't been many stipulations set down, beyond not deliberately increasing the population of the flamingos on Hannibal's lawn, given how old he was turning today. Jonothon was pretty certain he'd managed that much, and while he'd wanted to do something that was fiftieth-birthday-for-a-cultured-man appropriate, all that he'd been able to book, was... well...

//I won't make you put on the bowling shoes if you agree to play a round of billiards with me, mate.//

And he wouldn't even dream of trying to get Hannibal to eat the greasy arcade food. He knew better than that.

//I'll make it up to you? Er. Happy birthday.//

[OOC: Open party is open!]

trigons_child

After discovering Jono possessed by the world's most unpleasant ghost, Raven had had every intention of going for help. She needed to call Karla, go to Dr. Lecter's home, contact anyone who might be able to help.

She'd caught the reflection of a small girl in a store window and stopped short. The reflection was gone, and it must have been just her imagination, for the girl looked much like she had as a child. Then she heard the singing, the source of which remained unseen, and the sound of the girl's voice made her shiver.

Round we go, the world is spinning,
When it stops, it's just beginning.
Sun comes up, we live, we cry
Sun goes down and then we all die.

Then images of the film she'd seen began to flash before her, a glowing ring, a woman who combed her long dark hair, the little girl she thought she'd seen again. When the thing with the tongue or whatever it was appeared, she'd instinctively jumped into the netherverse to avoid it. Even there she wasn't free, as a sudden cramping forced her to her knees, and to her horror she coughed up what seemed to be long black hair and several wires with pads attached to them.

Hallucinations plagued her for the next several -- hours? days? -- she wasn't sure how much time passed. When she finally managed to drag herself back to Fandom, she still wasn't certain what was real and what wasn't, so it was a very freaked out Raven that was now trying to make her way to Hannibal's house.

[Open!]

furnaceface

There was a fire in the graveyard.

Or, rather, there was a man on fire, taking a casual stroll between the gravestones. Every now and again, he'd make a show of leaning forward to inspect a tombstone, and then, in a voice that wasn't at all tangible but could be heard loud and clear all the same, he'd mutter something about this guy owing him money, or that guy being a boring ass. That woman there was a lousy lay. Just in case anybody cared.

He spent a little while just casually lounging among the tombstones, contemplating just what sort of mischief he'd like to cause, now that he was in not only a real, physical body, but a frigging hideous one, and then decided to do as any self-respecting ghost possessing a crazy flaming monster would do.

...

Twenty minutes later, he was back with a sizable bag of alcohol. Don't ask where he got it. He certainly hadn't paid for it. And a few minutes later he was coming to the realization that this whole possession thing would be working out much better for him if the body he'd taken over had, you know, a mouth.

Maybe he could talk somebody into giving him a good lay in exchange for the cheap booze, instead. Some liked it hot, right?

[OOC: ..... Idek. It's late, so I didn't want to crash any posts, but here, have a Betelgeuse-possessed Jono, being a dick in the graveyard. Open as these things get!]

trigons_child

Raven had no idea how she'd ended up in this place. She'd been with the Titans, having successfully infiltrated them per the orders of her father, then she'd woken up in this place. Was this some trick from Trigon to test her loyalty? Or her brothers, attempting to sabotage Trigon's favorite child?

Her empathy was picking up confusion, amusement, some amount of fear, but no real threat. She decided to begin a careful exploration of this place to try to determine where she was. Her mask was down and her sword vanished, but she could easily recall it if she encountered danger.

[ooc: Raven is Raven from DC 52, because I hate myself. She looks the same as she usually does, but no chakra, and she's dressed in a skin-tight grey outfit covered with blue feathers. Black Bird of terror. Caw!]

Current Mood: confused

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]

fh_thumbprick

As dusk approached, the carnival began to thin out. Acts vanished. Music died down.

Mr. Dark peered through the folds of his tent and frowned. This was not working according to his intentions. Perhaps... perhaps he should confront some of these Fandom folk in person.

[[ finale time! use this space for your remaining huggings, as well as all the finale-y bits. wait for the ocd... ]]

fh_thumbprick

On Saturday morning, the smell of cotton candy permeated the island once again as the booths at Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show began to turn on and light up. There were more attractions to see today than there had been yesterday, and wasn't that just wonderful?

There was plenty of room for even more shows, if today's visitors weren't careful.

Once everything was ready, the tall man with the dark mustache stepped through the main arch again to survey the grounds and, seemingly finding everything satisfactory, he disappeared back into the small tent away from the grounds.

The carnival was open, offering more merriment and delight... and likely some terror as well.

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...

furnaceface

Jono was in a mood today. He'd felt the onset of it yesterday, manifesting itself in a way he barely noticed; that creeping, bleak, choking feeling that he was all too used to already. To Jonothon, feeling nervous and anxious and altogether useless was really just another Wednesday.

But today, something had snapped and twisted that around, and while he couldn't put a finger on what exactly that something was, he was feeling good and riled about it. Wrapping his bandages had taken too much time and effort this morning, and really, why the hell should he wrap his face? For the comfort of others? It was a part of what he was, and fifteen minutes taken out of his day to bind himself up like a mummy so that someone else could feel a little better about themselves was, frankly, stupid.

And then he realized that today was his day to work, and for the love of-- He had better bloody things to do. But he also had to pay bills, and he presumably cared about whether or not his employees got a paycheque, so here. He was at work, placing orders and doing paperwork and tallying people's hours and listening to a lot of very loud, very work-inappropriate music today.

Really, there was probably no excuse for the Cannibal Corpse that was blaring loudly enough to make the walls rattle, but it was keeping Jonothon from burning the building down, which was good, since people lived here. So that was probably a win. Somehow.

Rrgh.

[Open! OCD-free! And I didn't actually link to any of their music, but even the song names on the Wikipedia page are graphic and horribly offensive, click at your own risk.]

sharp_as_knives

Hannibal had had tarps laid down and the pavilion put up before the rain started, and the company assured him they would also have adequate heaters in the event it turned too chilly. When it got closer to time, they set up the tables and place-settings according to his students' instructions.

Said students were mostly spending time between the kitchens and the tables, seeing everything through. Hannibal was keeping an eye on things and helping as needed, but so far they'd done quite a good job, he was pleased to see. Mr. Wayne seemed happy as he shook hands and smiled at people as they arrived.

There was unobtrusive classical music playing, the whole place was decorated tastefully floral, and the flowers on the tables were edible. Welcome to the Spring charity banquet!

[OOC: Bruce Wayne again modded with kind permission; open post if you want to show up at the dinner! Crashers welcome OOC, but be prepared for IC frowns. SPish while at work.]

Current Location: Community Center garden
Current Music: Light classical

nookiepowered

"No." Bo crossed her arms behind the bar and ignored the balloon Tiny was holding out to her. "I already told you my terms. The whole thing or no deal."

Tiny held up his phone in the other hand, then made a show of putting it away. Bo just shook her head.

"No. I don't care if you record me. I'm just not doing it without the quid pro quo." She reached out and bopped the balloon lightly. "Every. Single. Verse."

Which was why anyone visiting the bar tonight, including the guests at Warren and Karla's birthday party, would find themselves treated to a high-pitched -- and very long -- performance of I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General from the huge guy in the leather vest.

Bo's performance, they'd have to be very good at searching YouTube (or know Tiny's username) to find, and also fast enough to get there before Bo filed the fake DMCA takedown notice. Or the obscenity one. She was still trying to decide which seemed more likely coming from Disney.

[Open! Karla and Warren's birthday party be happenin' in the VIP area; the rest of the joint is open to anyone.]

furnaceface

Jonothon was just the tiniest bit jealous of the ducks. They certainly didn't seem to mind the cold, or the wet, while he was more than a little on the soggy side tonight. Sitting inside by the heat after getting back to his apartment from Hannibal's Lithuanian class didn't seem to do him any good, and toweling wasn't going to happen because apparently he didn't have any towels.

That was new.

So he'd given up. If he was going to be damp anyway, he might as well just be soaked to the bone, sitting in the rain, and having a little space to himself. It wasn't like he could catch a cold, and the ducks were happy, at least. They didn't really get wet in the first place, and he'd brought a bag of bread along for the occasion.

He had a lot to think about.

[OOC: Open for anyone else crazy enough to sit in the dark in the sticky, sticky rain!]

texted3times

Eric had put up a sign on the door of the Devil's Nest:

What the Fuck Was That.
Come Drink.
I Know You Want To.

(Not for Kids. I Know Who You Are.)

Well, he was trying?

The Devil's Nest was open for all of your unhealthy coping with trauma needs! You'd have to wait for the sun to go down to deal with the owner, but Tiny was a master in the arts of shutting up and pouring drinks.

Current Mood: annoyed

trigons_child

Raven still hadn't taken the vacation that Karla had been pressing her to take. She always found an excuse, some healing that needed to be done or something else that required her attention. She wanted to keep busy; she didn't want to relax and think. But finally she reluctantly agreed to take just one day off, and Fandom seemed an appropriate place to spend it.

Now she sat at a table at the Perk, sipping tea and trying to decide what to do. Philia was curled at her feet -- she hadn't wanted to leave the dog behind, even for a short time, since she was still wary of strangers at best.

[Open, la.]

shagthis.livejournal.com

The weirdness had, yet again, skipped Jake.

He was honestly at the point where his relief at being skipped over by these things actually looped around full circle until he was worried that this meant Fandom had something big planned for him, eventually.

It's a good thing he worked in a bar, because Jake's method of dealing with this sort of sense of foreboding was to drink. Heavily.

trigons_child

Raven had come back to Fandom from Glacia with everyone else, but unlike some of the others, she was still completely her normal self. And blissfully unaware of any AU shenanigans as she woke up in the hotel and headed to the Perk for some tea.

[Open! May be SP at times because my town is having an Art & Wine Crawl...er, Walk, and I must go investigate. For Science!]

Current Mood: good

furnaceface

After his broadcast, Jono wasn't quite ready to make his way back to the Boards. He needed... people, perhaps, which was something new and novel for him. He didn't necessarily want to socialize with them, mind. He just had to see them, out and about, freely walking down the street in the sunlight. And that was why he had grabbed a window seat, for once, and was sitting there nursing a black coffee while he people-watched.

This island had horrible ways of reminding a person about just how lucky one was to be free. Jonothon was going to ruminate on that in silence for a little longer, a small stack of unread scripts sitting in front of him on the table, in case watching people going about their day-to-day happened to get old.

It hadn't, yet.

[Open Perk is open, with possible bouts of SP if at some point they happen to give me something to do at the studio today.]

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. ]

lovemykilt

Priestly was more shuffling than walking by the time they made it to the diner from the Preserve, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. It was bright and sunny and pleasantly warm and most importantly not a monster-filled dungeon.

When he came in, the kitchen staff looked up from where they were sitting at one of the tables in the middle of the dining room, stacks of multicolored root vegetable chips laid out across it, fans of cards in their hands. The cook had the end of a carrot sticking out of his mouth like a cigar.

"Damn, boys," he said. "Looks like our break's over."

"All the food," Priestly said, slouching into a chair. "Make all the food, and then you guys can get back to your poker."

Luke's was open.

[ooc: no OCD, open to all those who need to feeeeeeed themselves.]

throughaphase

After saying goodbye to Lexi and Petra ~~to be played out still~~, Kitty was really more upset about the whole thing than she'd thought she would be. She wasn't one to distract herself away from this kind of stuff, much preferring to mope about it for a while, but she figured people might want to end up drinking tonight for some reason, and so it was to the bar to open up.

FIRST DRINK FREE

Because she was a benevolent bartender, and tonight sucked.

trigons_child

Raven had been planning to come to Fandom on Monday to see if she could speak to Anakin, but then she got Dinah's call to tell her that there was a child on the island that belonged to her...and to warn her who her father was.

After meeting Dinah and Alec at the hotel, she'd taken Alec out for a walk to get to know her. They'd ended up at JGoB because Alec wanted a cupcake (red velvet cake). So Raven took a seat and sipped at her tea, watching Alec draw on the coloring book they'd found for her (red was her favorite color there, too), and trying not to think of the bittersweetness of it all.

[Open!]

heromaniac

Momoko and Triela were in the basement gun range at the Atlas Gym. Finally. It had taken a while to jog the memory of the desk attendant to the fact that there even was one on the premises. There weren't really cobwebs, but the place definitely had needed a swift cleaning before Momoko would agree to even set her coat down. Triela had left her to the main area and gone to check the targets actually worked and that there were weapons and working equipment.

After everything was checked out (and it was all fine, if just un-used), Momoko had sent text messages to people to let them know where they were, and then the girls had proceeded to break out the guns!

Momoko looked around a bit as she easily loaded her Five-seveN. "I wonder why no one ever uses this place. It's actually kind of nice!"

[for anyone! Come talk to Momo or Triela or just shoot! Or, heck, be curious about why there are a bunch of ~~hot girls~~ people heading to the basement of the gym.]

trigons_child

Raven had finished packing up her room, which took a lot longer than she ever could have imagined when she first arrived in Fandom since she'd come with little more than the clothes she'd been wearing. Once packing was accomplished, she'd ventured out into the cool morning grey to take a walk and visit some of her favorite places on the island. It wasn't like she would never be back, it but wouldn't be the same at all.

One of her last stops was the Perk so she could get some tea to warm herself a little. She'd ~~handwavily~~ let friends who still remained on the island know where she'd be and that she was leaving that day. Gotham awaited.

[Raven's last post. Woe. Content of threads with Jono and Karla are NFB, please, but that they were there is fine.]

Current Mood: sad

furnaceface

To say that Jonothon was still somewhat out of sorts since the island had reverted back to normal on Sunday would be something of an understatement. Most of the week, he'd spent more or less just going through the motions. He'd checked in with the New Warriors, at least, let them know that he was still alive and that his being missing all last week was one of those crazy Time Travel Things That We Don't Talk About, and they'd all been more or less understanding, just so long as he got his head back onto his shoulders right before jumping back into the line of fire along with them again.

That had worked out well enough, really.

Tonight, he was finally trying to buck those motions that he'd been going through. He wasn't doing anything huge, or anything particularly shocking, but he was outside for a change, sitting in front of The Boards and idly tuning an acoustic guitar that he'd found buried under a stack of props in the back room. He wasn't busking, not really. He just needed to see the bustle of people on the street, and have the open sky overhead. Hiding himself away in his room hadn't done him a hell of a lot of good, after a week in detention.

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poison-pretty.livejournal.com

Sometimes, being in town got to feeling claustrophobic. Too many people with too many loyalties, all crowded together, dancing on eggshells while they pretended one thing and felt another...It all got so tiresome after awhile. After awhile, Karla felt on edge, jumpy; and needed to retreat somewhere to gather herself again. The park in town was a bad idea; it was part of the rounds of several of the regular patrollers. And the Preserve was also out. Not only was it in the heart of Umbrage's territory, it was also where Karla had her secret vegetable garden. Which meant she limited her visits there as strictly as possible; the last thing she needed was to attract the wrong kind of attention by sneaking in there too often.

So instead of the obvious places, when Karla escaped the town, it was usually to somewhere on the edge of the island, where she could look at the sea and dream of home or, at least, happier times. Back where there had been happier times, anyway, like brief flashes in the dark.

Usually, Karla was silent when she snuck away to center herself. Today, however, Fandom intervened. As it occasionally did.

Dammit, Fandom.

"Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you...

The impulse to sing left her and she stood there, wrinkling her nose. "That's bullshit," she announced to no one in particular. "I'm not about to die for a lack of anyone."

[For one in particular, but open for anyone else wandering by, Resistance or Loyalist! Also, you saw nothing a moment before. *Waggles fingers*]

glacial_queen

After a long "discussion" about the proper venue (Re: argument with much grumping and sulking, and plenty of each on both sides), Karla and Jono had agreed to have a modest birthday dinner at Il Pollo, as opposed to, say, Cafe Fina (Karla's choice) or nothing at all, ever, okay, maybe a lager but not out in public, bloody hell, Karla (Jono's choice). The food was tasty, filling, and good; not particularly expensive; and varied enough that no matter the dietary restrictions or tastebuds, anyone invited would be able to find something to eat.

The invitations were sent out via email and text, as befitting the informality of the affair (which Karla had reluctantly agreed to since Jono had gone to the dance as instructed). She'd been able to commandeer a small private banquet room, in deference to the number of people invited, and the reservation had been made for seven, with people invited to show up a little bit earlier for drinks. Dessert was going to be a collection of cannolis and a cupcakes, so there'd be plenty of different types to sample.

With an (admittedly smug) smile, Karla helped herself to a glass of wine and toasted the grumpy birthday boy, waiting for the invited guests to show up.

[Said grumpy birthday boy modded with permission. Open restaurant and if you think you got an invite, you absolutely did! No OCD, feel free to make all the messy threads you want!]

furnaceface

Well, the rehearsals had been short, but Jono hadn't been too concerned by that, seeing as reality had been swallowed up the last time they did a showcase here, and people had gone onstage and had performed excellent pieces in spite of the trauma. What he had been concerned about was his own capacity to get everything done, but the programs were printed and there were light refreshments thanks to Raven, and the stage had been decorated to portray key areas of the island, displaying varying degrees of Fandom's weirdness.

The Fandom Island Summer Showcase!
Come one, come all, to a celebration
of Fandom's diversity!

Enjoy musical and dramatic performances
that will bring nostalgia to old residents
and possibly some surprises to the new.

Two-For-One tickets to new residents!
Bring a sibling, a roommate, or a new friend!

Why yes, there were giant foam tentacles coming out of a duck pond that was surrounded by lawn flamingos over on that side of the stage. Why? Was that strange?

[Open to all!]

furnaceface

There was a somewhat disturbing thump thump thump, up on the roof. The sort of thump thump thump that Jono would even be inclined to dismiss as hail before some sort of nasty rainstorm, considering how insufferably hot the weather had been lately. But then he'd peeked out a window, and a green popsicle had smacked up against it at about the same time, making him jump.

"Again with the ice lollies!?"

At least these ones were staying outside, he supposed. Jonothon sighed, shook his head, and then got to work finishing his preparations around the Boards for tomorrow's Showcase. Anyone who wasn't drowning in new kids or being bludgeoned by falling frozen confectionery was welcome to come in to rehearse, as well. Of course.

"Maybe people will be less likely to discount the Showcase as an elaborate attempt at hazing, this way."

Small blessings.

[Open!]

furnaceface

"If you don't have your pieces ironed out and memorized by now," Jono said without preamble the moment he was certain everyone who was showing up at rehearsal was actually there, "now would be the time to get worried. I'll be opening the Boards on Saturday if you want time to rehearse, but I understand that the day new people arrive on the island is always hectic, so I won't exactly be chasing you down to throttle you if you aren't here, either."

Look, if people weren't properly rehearsed for the show on Sunday, it wasn't him that wound up looking like an idiot on the stage. Jonothon was maybe not the most sympathetic director ever, no.

"Get up there and smooth out the kinks. I'll be right here if you need anything."

[Open!]

furnaceface

Jono had ~~handwavily~~ gotten in touch with everybody who had auditioned for the showcase to reaffirm that they had secured a place in the showcase, and that the first rehearsal was today, after workshops let out. He'd done a little running about to get proper refreshments this time (but was only mildly sorry about the do-it-yourself lemon water from Saturday), and to make certain that instruments and microphones were all properly set up today. Since the showcase itself was in less than two weeks' time, he figured they were going to have to hold their rehearsals alongside their tech runs.

Having their own facility made that easy, at least.

"Today," Jono said as people settled in, "we're going to leap headfirst into this, if possible. I hope that by now you've got some idea of what you want to perform, even if you don't necessarily have your act entirely hammered out just yet. Let me know if you need help putting the finishing touches on songs or monologues, and then let's see you give it a run-through so that we know it'll work." A beat. "Raven, come see me and I'll go over your piece with you, luv."

[Open!]

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