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intraspective

Ino was in a contemplative mood as she double-checked the inventory and made note of what she'd have to make before she and Reno hared off for… well.

Work. It was work, really, just not officially sanctioned.

She had a lot to think about.

Silly supervised her brooding and her working with the same beady little gaze as always.

"You could help, you know," she teased her chicobo. "Zack says you think you're eight feet tall and invincible, after all."

Pick Your Poison is Open!

[That Reno showed up to talk to Ino is FB, what they talked about is NFB, thanks!]

somethingwithturquoise

The Summer that had come to the onsen this week was a very, very different Summer than the one that had come there last week. Because this Summer had spent last night taking full advantage of the fact that someone thought it was a good idea to have free pumpkin spice vodka shots at the bar. Summer wouldn't go as far as to say she regretted every single one of those little seasonal intoxicants in a tiny gulpable glass, but she would go as far as to say she was feeling every single one of them that morning. It didn't help, either, that she'd elected to crash on Kanan and Hera's couch that night for...reasons, and Kanan and Hera's couch was very...utilitarian. That was a couch that took form and function over comfort every day of the week.

The onsen today was no longer just an excuse to hope to ogle hot guys. The onsen today was a goddamn necessity. And as she sunk into the hot water today, she let out a groan that in other circumstances would have left her absolutely embarrassed, but she didn't care, because this felt amazing, and if she just leaned back and closed her eyes she could almost feel like a human again instead of a big old pile of pumpkin spice garbage.

And the thing was, she knew it could have been a lot worse if Kitty wasn't a freaking angel and insisted that she stay hydrated through the whole ordeal, which meant she'd have to pay Kitty back somehow. But for now, just soaking. Soaking and mild regret.

[[ open! i promise i won't do this every Wednesday, buuuuut.... ]]

raspberryturk

So, things on the island were... weird. Ish. Reno hadn't seen evidence of Kathy coming into the shop in a while, which had him faintly on edge. But beyond that, he had his own shit to prepare for.

And so that was what he was doing today, after doing the obligatory topping-up of the condom bowl and dusting off the giant chicken. He had some important arranging to do, charting out maps on loose bits of receipt paper and sending messages to Elena back in his own reality asking her to send him some encrypted files containing the known locations and dates of Sephiroth appearances in their world's timeline.

He'd been kind of out of it, through a lot of that mess. His 'injuries,' and all.

It had been a hell of a time.

Once Elena got back to him with the info he needed, he forwarded it along to Iris. And then he picked out the obligatory dirty item to mail along to the younger Tseng. Because who even was he, if he wasn't tormenting some world's iteration of the boss?

[OOC: Open, if you want to visit a busy Turk in a sex shop!]

intraspective

Ino cast a contemplative look up at her lab as she wandered into her shop--huh, someone, probably Sparkle, had put everything back out; nice--and resolutely settled herself down at the counter instead.

Man, Sabine had done great work, she decided, studying the impact of the new paint with her shelving.

Good, good. It was good.

Admiring it wasn't going to keep her busy for her whole shift, though, so after a bit Ino got up to restlessly pace. It just wasn't the sort of day to be mixing things up, which left her at a bit of a loss.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

[And OCD free!]

raspberryturk

Reno was pretty sure he had something like a road map charted out in his head now for the trip he and Iris were taking back to Gaia... soon. He just needed her go-ahead, and then they would drop everything and put their plans into motion. Which was pretty great, actually. Reno had been hurting for action for a while now, especially since that whole damn incident in the woods, and even if they didn't get a good bead on Sephiroth's whereabouts, at least they'd get to smash a few monsters in the meantime.

All of these thoughts were manifesting themselves in Reno's notebook in the form of dick doodles as he set aside a month's supply of naughty candy, but hey, those were code dicks.

Or he was just bored.

One of those.

[OOC: Open!]

raspberryturk

Reno was slightly distracted today at work, going over plans in his head for his return to Gaia. There was shit that needed sorting out, after all, between roundabout portal routes and how they were going to keep Tseng from going postal on them for this...

There was so much left to plot out, Reno almost forgot to buy a package of inappropriate candy to ship off to Tseng tomorrow.

Almost. He was going to have to stock up on that and see what it would take to bribe someone at the post office to just mail one off at random every Monday until he got back.

[OOC: Open!]

raspberryturk

Was Reno in a pretty good mood today as he settled in behind the counter at Dite's? Hell yeah. Sure, he hadn't been here in a while, but between new semesters and horrible woods trauma and healing from bullet wounds, could anybody really blame him?

... No, really. He'd love to see them try.

Anyway, he was here, he was more or less healthy and hale, and he was absolutely buying that dick-shaped novelty mug to send to Tseng. Because he cared.

It was kind of a wonder that the man hadn't killed him yet, honestly.

[OOC: Open!]

raspberryturk

So, Reno was here at work, in spite of his better judgment. Sure, the potions he'd ordered had arrived, and sure, he'd applied some of that gunk directly to the injuries he'd gotten last week, which had done an impressive amount of good all on its own. But potions were meant to be taken orally for best effect, and so some of the deeper injuries he'd sustained were still stubbornly lingering, causing him the occasional bout of limping or doubling over swearing because he went and moved wrong. It was just, shit, in the wake of last weekend, there was one scar he actually wanted to keep. A reminder; the cut of a knife running below and parallel to one of the tattoos gracing his cheekbones.

And so, while he was (arguably) healed enough to actually be semi-upright today, he was by no means back up to top form. His day at Dite's was going to be spent sitting at the counter, picking through the free condoms basket and sorting them by the color of the packet just for shits and giggles.

[OOC: Open!]

fh_spareparts

The shadows didn't want to budge. They liked it here, and they liked their toys, and maybe they would like to reach out, sometime, and bring in more...

Because the island would let them do that, wouldn't it?

It would be oh-so-cosy.

[[ FINALE POST! ocd up. ]]

fh_spareparts

Shadows twined ever deeper into the forest, creating their own networks of darkness through a swath of grey.

The trees showed no sign of letting go.

[[ ocd up! ]]

fh_spareparts

The woods had gone still. There was a silence there, on the outside, to match the shadows within. No branches shifted. No birds sang.

Just... silence.

Without, at least.

[[ open ]]

raspberryturk

Reno almost hadn't bothered showing up for his shift at Dite's today. Almost. He'd been up late last night drinking, and it was nothing shy of a miracle that he'd woken up relatively sober and cognizant of the fact that it was Saturday.

So, here he was, at work. Sitting behind the counter. Killing time by going through Dites's online order form to see if there was anything especially amusing there that they didn't actually carry in-store.

... He wasn't here to judge anybody's kinks, but he was about 95% certain through the sleepy haze that he was staring at a rubber duck, there.

[OOC: Who has two thumbs and three hours of sleep behind them? Open, but not necessarily coherent, much like Reno!]

"Good evening," Hannibal said when everybody had arrived. "I hope you enjoyed last week's food. What have you got for me this week?"

If it was more edible underwear, Reno, Hannibal was going to sigh at you.

raspberryturk

It took Reno a few moments after he'd stepped in to Dite's today to figure out what had changed about the place since the last time he'd been in. Everything had apparently changed colors, either over the week or overnight, he didn't know or particularly care, to hues of yellow, white, purple, or black.

He shrugged and got on with his day. A dildo was still a dildo no matter what color it was. And the purple chocolate dick pops were just hilarious.

[OOC: Don't mind me getting my Pride all up in this post. I'm headed to the parade today to get rained on, so SP is likely until the evening!]

intraspective

Ino had sent an island-wide text to the beach: Firework party at the beach tonight!

She and Reno hadn't really had to do much past that. It wasn't a birthday party, or a surprise party, and the beach and the fireworks would be more than enough decoration for a spur of the moment thing like this.

There was pizza (of all kinds), chips, soda, and Reno'd been good to his word for grabbing a few cases of beer and coolers. She'd brought a couple of blankets and lawn chairs down to the beach for people who didn't think ahead to bring their own.

Groovy Tunes had been cheerfully ransacked (she'd left Jono a sticky note asking permission) and so music was blaring out over the beach, inviting people to come on down if her text message hadn't been enough for them.

Even if no one else showed up, it was going to be a good time. Explosions, music, food, and fun were going to happen no matter what.

[PARTY FOR ALL! ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up, up and away!]

raspberryturk

Reno wasn't late coming in for his Dite's shift today, and anybody who assumed he might be was clearly woefully misinformed. He had just been... delayed slightly on his way in. Not even by much.

... An Alot of Distraction might have wandered into the street in front of him.

Look, it happened sometimes.

Anyway, the important thing was that Reno was here now, and he was absolutely going through the merchandise for edible stock. No reason.

[OOC: Help I was kidnapped for a garage sale this morning again. Open!]

"Good evening," Hannibal greeted everyone, smiling. "I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter. These evenings will be less of a class, and more of a challenge and an experience. The idea is this: you will each bring me something, and I will make a meal incorporating it all. Please keep in mind that you, not I, will be eating it. Also, if you bring me something inedible, I will use it as a part of a garnish or table decoration." He was possibly looking at a few of you there.

"I hope we will enjoy this time, however tonight is for introductions: please let me know who you are, why you are taking this, and if you have any allergies or aversions to food. Then when we are done with that, I have a number of cookbooks here," he put a hand on a substantial ~~moddable~~ pile, "and access to the internet. Please feel free to browse them all and let me know if you have any questions. And before you leave today, I can furnish vouchers for purchasing food should you like."

He nodded at the first person. "Please, introduce yourself."

raspberryturk

"Uuugh," Reno informed the store at large as he slipped behind the counter of Dite's for his shift today. "It's too friggin' hot to be hot, yo."

And then he slumped back in a seat, undoing a few more buttons of his shirt than usual.

... It was not going to be a productive day at the sex shop, no.

[OOC: Reno wanted a lazy day. I can't blame him. Open, possible SP!]

raspberryturk

So, there was a parade going on out there today. Reno wasn't going to attend, not because he didn't believe in it or anything. He was coming in to work today because if there was any day of the year that this place was liable to get a shitload of business without the island having to douse people in creepy pollen, this was probably the one. And, hey, he wasn't going to skip out on his shift on Kathy on what could potentially be the busiest day of the year.

There were a lot of flags out for sale today. And little bits of jewelry in rainbow colors, and some educational books and flat-out smut on display that were all pride-appropriate. Reno would get back to tormenting the shit out of Tseng next week. This week, he was kind of enjoying the ambiance, here.

[OOC: Open!]

raspberryturk

Huh. Candy.

Reno wasn't sure he'd seen so much candy in one place as the crate of it that he was staring at today. And sure, that candy wasn't your run-of-the-mill candy store fare; there were lollipops and chocolates in some pretty interesting shapes, and bras and underwear made of those chalky candies that got right in your teeth. Not to mention one of those kits that let you take a cast of certain bits of anatomy, to then mold in chocolate...

Reno was putting serious consideration into picking one of those up for himself, honestly. Mostly just for shits and giggles.

Anyway, Dite's was open, and slightly more decadent than usual.

[OOC: Open!]

firstofitskind

So.

Liam had spent the past four days as a teenager. And it was funny, really, because when he'd been approached about teaching up at the school over the summer he'd been worried about the fact that he really had no idea how to relate to any of the students, having never been that age himself. And then Fandom, in all it's Fandom-ness, had decided it ought to show him what it might have been like.

And it hadn't been bad, exactly? Just weird. He remembered the actual first 24 hours after he'd been born, and how he'd had to piece together parts of Sandoval and Beckett's memories to forge an actual cohesive personality as an adult. And there had definitely been gaps in his knowledge that had needed to be filled. But this had been different. There were more holes. Probably because was never supposed to have been a child, so his mental processes didn't really know how to deal with it. At least, as near as he could figure. It wasn't as if there was anyone he could ask about this sort of thing.

He was still trying to unpack everything that had happened over the past few days, and apparently that involved heading down to that piece of shoreline Reno had dragged him out to, that first morning. He wasn't throwing pebbles or anything, though. Just... sitting on a particularly large rock, staring out at another large rock in the water. Like you do.

[ooc: opennnn]

raspberryturk

Really, scoring this job had been way easier for Reno than he had anticipated, what with finding one of his former Rookies running the joint when he'd come in looking for employment outside of the school.

Sure, he'd promised Liam that he was going to be hard at work researching why he wasn't aging, but come on. He'd been around the block on this crazy island before. Sure, he was maybe a little concerned that it had been a fair bit more than a couple of days now, but he didn't technically have an issue unless this went on for over a week, and if that was the case, it was probably... shit, he didn't know. Some kind of evil wizard or a temporal anomaly or maybe something had tripped a cog in the island's machinery.

So, Reno was not gonna sweat it until then. Instead, he was going to come in to his actual place of employment, grin shamelessly as he stepped behind the counter, and then contemplate the merchandize.

Oh, he was so going to mail something inappropriate to Tseng.

Both Tsengs. However many Tsengs throughout the multiverse he could afford to torment.

Gods, he loved Fandom.

[OOC: Open!]

spin_kick_snap

Did gremlin venom cause hangovers? Because Kathy felt like she had a hangover. Or maybe it was an embarrassment hangover, caused by all the blood rushing to her face and staying there.

A Southern belle. She'd been some kind of antebellum Southern belle. That had been--something else. The next time one of these summer camp things involved gremlins, she was noping out of the activity entirely, just watch her.

At least today she had a task that would keep her busy and not thinking about asking the new Korean doctor about the 'mystical far East.' They'd gotten a new selection of books in and Kathy was going planning on giving the book shelves a whole reorg. She'd shelve by genre, then by pairing, then by potential kink. Or should it be by kink then potential pairing? Eh, she'd figure it out, right after she gave all of Chuck Tingle's books a prominent place on the endcap display.

battlewithstyle

Mitsutada had a particular vision for today's special board.

Today's Specials
Pho
King Crab

He thought he was funny.

Luke's was open ~~and OCD-free~~!

raspberryturk

Rude was on a mission, running laps of some other person's Midgar with a pack of Rookies Reno had given up on ever seeing again a goddamn decade ago. Tseng was... frustrated? Frustrated was a good word for it, anyway. Tseng was frustrated with Reno.

But then, who the hell wasn't frustrated with Reno? If Reno wasn't being frustrating, something was probably the matter.

What it boiled down to, really, was that Reno had come across some amount of downtime, and had opted for a change in scenery. A trip to the island, a day or two spent appreciating the sun for a change. The end of the world had spoiled him in that regard, giving him back sunshine even if it had taken away his home. So he'd headed to the Perk, got himself a coffee, and parked his ass by the window. Not even people-watching. Just... watching.

It was still weird, coming back here from time to time. But at least the coffee wasn't shitty.

[OOC: He lives and I'm gonna stop neglecting him, darnit. Expats are hard. Open!]

intraspective

Hot apple cider? Check. Peppermint brownie? Check. A seat at the window? Also check.

Ino's PHS went off, signaling a text from her boss.

Iris. I won't text you again. I'm no longer asking you to contact me, I'm actually begging. You've reduced me to begging, Iris. The Renos have joined forces. They've toilet papered the common area on the Turk floor.

Ino nearly choked laughing on her drink. Which would be a real waste of a drink. Tseng probably would be offended (definitely would be offended) at her laughter but he was dealing with that, while she wasn't.

She was way smarter than he was.

Her PHS went off again.

I'm texting again. Do you know how to escape Pyramid from the inside? They didn't take well to me attempting to put an end to the party. Rod took their side. I think the Rudes are laughing. I can't tell.

Ino cracked up all over again.

Rather than text her boss, like a nice person, she texted the Renos. (They had the same PHS number, after all, one of them would get it.)

I demand pictures!

Ino was a terrible person.

[OOC: Open!

puppy_fair wrote Tseng's texts 'cause she's a superstar!]

omgnochecksyet

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

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

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

not_in_the_book

After a pleasant day raising money for Fandom while partaking in one of his favourite passtimes -- kissing cute guys -- Ronan grabbed a quick supper in town before heading to the beach. He started stretching out, and laid out a few spell circles ahead of time, thinking there were a few useful things it wouldn't hurt to have ready.

Ronan had picked up a few tricks since the last time he sparred with Reno.

[Expecting one, but open for passersby! I'm about to head out for a couple of hours but will be slowly phonepinging in the meantime, and then I'll be around for the rest of the evening!]

justice_undone

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

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2017

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

There were no warning signs up for glitter.

certain-dume.livejournal.com

He needed to leave.

That was the compulsion that had been thrumming through him ever since he answered to a name, back when words like 'Kanan' and 'Caleb' had still meant something to him. And that compulsion had remained, even while all of his other memories had faded. He had fought it. He'd fought it hard, let himself be guided by the Force and it had helped him to hold on to who he was for as long as he could.

But not even Kanan's connection with the Force had been able to save him, and as Kanan slipped away, something else formed in his stead. Blind, though he could see. Quiet, though he was desperate. Peace, yet...

He walked in almost drifting, wraith-like movements around the place where his ship stood, the Expedient having been replaced with the Escape long ago, and the Escape having seen better days. A once black lustre had been beaten away to the silver-grey that lurked under the paint, and one wing had been removed entirely, lightsaber scars still visible where it sat severed, on the apartment roof.

He had to get away, but no ship could take him from this place.

[OOC: ... Had to get this guy out. Was procrastinating because icons. SCREW IT. Open for SP during my work day (I miss being able to say that).]

throughaphase

You know how there were gremlins wandering around and biting people into thinking they were zombies? You know what you didn't want getting bitten. Actual damn zombies. Kitty, Tino and the flamingo (don't ask) had managed to get the zombies offstage and safely locked up for the day, so at least anyone coming in didn't have to worry about getting bitten by more than gremlins.

And anyone who'd been bitten by gremlins and now thought they were a zombie. Look, Kitty couldn't protect you from everything, though at least there was a sanctuary spell here.

YOU SPENT A GOOD PART OF YOUR YOUTH HERE!
COME DRINK AGAIN!

[Come get drunk! Catch up! Make bad choices! Get into fights and end up in the pond!]

raspberryturk

Really, there were old habits that died hard whenever Reno made his way to the island. For example, for all he liked to pretend that he didn't give a shit about his abilities, that his speed and dexterity and fighting skills were all just natural to him, Reno had developed a habit, in his years around Fandom, of going out and training. A run around the island in no time at all, some crazy gymnastics through the trees. Practicing his form with his stun baton, which was doubly important these days, since he was pretty strictly rationing when he used his materia.

The stuff was a black market commodity these days for a reason.

So, there he was, deep in the woods, beating up on tree trunks. Because how else was he supposed to spend a reunion weekend afternoon, right?

[OOC: Open preserve! Of course!]

raspberryturk

Reno was feeling that itch again. It was the small island that did it, probably, and the fact that there were only things that needed to be hit around here every few weeks or more. Reno was at his best when he got to beat things into the ground and loot them for gil and potions, it felt like.

There was really no telling just what he figured the coffee was going to do for his restlessness. After all, coffee wasn't the world's most calming drink. But he didn't feel like sleeping tonight, instead just sitting in the Perk and people watching out the window, contemplating the passers-by. About this time of year in Midgar, ShinRa would have been gearing up for their tree ceremony, and people from all over the city, above and below the plate, would be trying to make their way to check it out. For some people, that was the only green plant life they'd ever see. He'd been more fortunate, as a Turk. In a manner of speaking, anyway.

Maybe he and Rikku should get a tree or something, this year. Everyone was doing it anyway, what harm could it do? But then, that really wasn't going to do a hell of a lot for his restlessness, either. Maybe it was time to just--

He took a mouthful of his coffee, a little too much a little too soon, and made a face as he burned his tongue. Ugh.

[OOC: Open! Bored. Hi!]

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!

Whatever that meant!

[Have at it! Arrivals & Mingling | Photographs | Drinks & Noms | Dancing | Dark Corners | Chaperones | Homecoming Court | OOC]

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. ]]

iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com

It was another brightly sunny day today, with a few clouds scattered across the sky above, and the flamingos were out in full force, congregating by the edge of the pond to watch the events that were going on in the park today. When the park got busy, food tended to be involved in great quantities, and several of the large pink birds were hoping that maybe somebody would throw some shrimp their way.

Wouldn't you like to, parents and assorted other visitors? Ignore the glitter and the people food, stop talking to those ridiculous teenagers you were here to see, and come pay attention to the birds!

Or don't. It wasn't like the flamingos could do anything about it, anyway.

[Open brunch is open!]

fracknotfrak.livejournal.com

Vic rushed into the Trooper Station cursing a blue streak the entire way with only a brief pause to tell Ralph to get the fuck out of her way.

Hey, it was her first morning after experiencing Fandom weirdness directly! She should feel a little freaked out!

[For those who might have been arrested during the weekend.]

glacial_queen

The Community Center was decorated in Fandom's signature blue and gold, with streamers and flags and the odd Fighting Gremlin banner. There was a tasteful amount of glitter among the decorations, assuming that person in charge of taste was a four year old hyped up on candy and Red Bull while huffing glue made from unicorns.

In short, Fandom's alumni, ex-pats, and current teachers should feel right at home, nostalgia hitting them right in the sinuses.

You're welcome, Fandom alumni. Don't forget to donate to the Alumni Association!

In one place, the invitation had said listed the dresscode as 'casual-formalwear.' In another, it was 'formal-casualwear.' Whatever that meant for clothing, it included a DJ, armed with only his collection of 'Easy Listening', and an open bar, but the food was served buffet style, with everyone helping themselves.

Hoped you still liked 'Kiss from a Rose' after the sixth playing tonight, folks!

[Open to all alumni of the school, including those who still live in town, ex-pats, and teachers/faculty of the school. If you need a reason to show up to the island in time for Noir Weekend, here it is. Even if you don't need a reason--here it is anyway! OCD up, have fun!]

the_merriest

It was another Tuesday at the Freedom Arms! That meant Rikku was here, bouncing to herself and setting up display racks of guns.

The chicobo was with her, because Reno was still a freaking chicobo, because he was trying to set a record or something.

"It's a really good thing you're cute," she laughed. Otherwise, it'd get annoying, trying to get Petey not to chew on him all the time.

The shop was so totally open!!!

(Very open. There's going to be a naked Turk in here sooner or later, so ... SPOILER ALERT. Come take pictures or whatevs ...)

lockestheway

The blasted heath might be trying to devour the entire island, but it still hailed from one focal point. The campgrounds, now grey and full of ashes, held the source of the taint. A rock, so strangely hued, so alien-looking. The fissure it was in produced bubbles now under the last rays of the sun, sending the water trembling.

It was time to do something about it.

It would take work to draw all the grey out of the land, but concentrated effort might do it. After that, removing the rock might work - at least if the professors of Miskatonic University were right.

That was the plan.

But there were monsters on the horizon, playing and eating around the blasted heath, and they would not take any of this lightly.

Be ready, Fandom. It’s going to be a long day.

[[ this is your finale post, folks! ~~hold on for the~~ ocd up, NPCs and crazy PCs here. ]]

badnewsandwit.livejournal.com

It hadn't been the taint Alistair had been picking up all this time, but it was certainly a taint. By now, his senses were screaming at him about it. And he'd seen the creatures, milling around in the shrubs, turning up in the streets and running amock.

He was a Grey Warden. This was what he was meant to do, wasn't it? In peace, vigilance, in war, victory-- that was his duty.

He was standing outside in the park now, shield in one hand and sword in the other. His armor hung comfortably heavy on his shoulders. He felt strong, ready, and maybe a little frightened...

Not that that mattered right now.

The creature in front of him screeched with inhuman hunger and barreled straight at him, presumably with designs on his innards. But that was only a guess.

( He was interrupted by a fireball... )

[ open to morrigan, open to all, open to... people who want to do other park-related things! come fight. minor ocd alert. ]

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

( Paddington Bear and Curious George Become Besties )

(Preplayed with the wonderful

raspberryturk. Thanks to a shared name, George Lass is now Curious George, and is going to hate herself on Monday for being this wee and cute. Thanks to a shared VA, Reno of the Turks is now Paddington Bear, and is likewise going to hate himself on Monday for the whole wee and cute-ness. We have zero shame. COME JOIN THE CUTEFEST DAMMIT.)

Current Mood: crazy

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

It seemed there just hadn't been enough insanity going on with the gremlins lately, so that was why there was a guy in red pajamas prancing around the park. Singing.

Well, really, it was all autotuned so that part was less important.

But aren't you all so, so glad you were there for the magic and wonder of this evening? Aren't you just thrilled?

"Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah)
Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

That was a lot of yeahs.

[[OPEN LIKE A PARK. BLAME

shes_got_legs]]

politely-terse.livejournal.com

Rude sat in the Perk nursing a coffee and watching the street outside the window.

Yup.

It wasn't proper coffee, of course -- there were all sorts of undertones of high-quality beans, and no hints of the burnt dregs of yesterday's brew. And it wasn't nearly strong enough. Still, it was drinkable, and that was what counted.

(Open Perk is open!)

Current Mood: ...

the_merriest

Back when they were both grown-up and sane, Reno and Rikku had decided to host a fundraiser in order to raise money for charity. Hey, they had asked their students to do one, and fair was fair, right?

They had not expected to be very young (and not all that bright) for the actual fundraiser itself.

This morning, Reno and Rikku had decided the best possible fundraiser would be ... a lemonade stand. Obviously.

Not that either of them knew how to make lemonade. They'd gotten some water from a hose, and they threw in some packets of fake sugar (the entire packets, paper and all) as well as some lemons (whole, and unsliced).

That had seemed boring.

Rikku had opted for some lemon-flavored candy, but they had just sat there in the pitcher of water not doing anything. Which was why she had fished them out, chewed them up, and spat them back in.

Reno had gone for chocolate, and was carefully breaking off squares of it to throw in. He was possibly getting more on his hands than in the pitcher, but that was okay, because he could lick his hands before getting the next piece!!!

Don't ask where the ~~meta for~~ GI Joe figurine, floating in the middle of the pitcher, came from; neither of them could remember. Also, don't ask what else was in the lemonade.

The sign read LEMMENAYDE (fer a nickul). Buyer, beware.

(cowritten with and much love to my partner in crime,

raspberryturk, whose brilliant idea this was. stop in to buy the BEST LEMONADE EVAR!)

Current Mood: ecstatic

nosefullofsnot.livejournal.com

Lucas didn't really think he'd get into any of this 'jumping on invading creatures and saving the day' crap. Then he discovered that you could pick up the turtle shells after jumping on them. And then you could throw them at people. Even better, you could do this while breezing past them on a skateboard. And maybe, just maybe, while also spitting fire at people because you'd gotten a fire flower earlier in the day and hadn't lost it. And you could cause all of this destruction while doing loops around the park.

It was a race against nobody at the moment, but he was enjoying himself.

[OOC: MARIO KART, PEOPLE! Ping in if you want to race (get a bike or a rickshaw or something!) or just get hit with a turtle shell!]

endsthegame

The first arrivals to the warehouse would have found nothing - until the lights went on, dropping many shades of glitter down onto the floor. The glitter would stick around all night, almost-but-not-quite clashing with the colorful decor, though it did not seem to incite any boykissy.

Even if one of the janitors definitely took a shot at using it as an excuse.

There was a karaoke booth set up in the corner, and the rest of the party environment looked chaotic and incredibly merry. Reds, blues, and yellows had been thrown together like a crazy man had attacked the place with some paint.

Welcome to your April Fools' Dance, children, adults, and alumni.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up, have at! Arrival | Food and Drink | Shadowy Corners | Karaoke | Dance Floor | Bathrooms | OOC ]]

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

So maybe America's Next Top Model had lost something over the years. That intangible quality that made it so much fun as it tumbled into a formulaic cesspool of Tyra Banks' ego.

But that didn't mean it wasn't still fun to watch and mock. Mostly mock.

So, Deadpool took full advantage of the community center that he'd actually forgot existed and set up a viewing of the show. Oh yeah, this was just what he needed. Socialization forced upon people with the lure of bitchy, bitchy models.

"Ooo, this one has a catfight," he informed a slightly bored Jan as she colored what appeared to be a rainbow with a very crude drawing of the dog back at Wellspring Arms. "Not that it's very different from normal, I know."

[[OPEN LIKE A COMMON ROOM. A COMMON ROOM FOR ADULTS. Pretend you got a bizarre voicemail informing you of the glory!]]

raspberryturk

Well, Reno could spend his Sunday doing something productive, up to his elbows in axle grease or working on wiring some junk somewhere. Or Reno could spend his Sunday sprawled back in a chair, his feet up on the desk of the Fixer-Uppers, his arms behind his head.

There were just some days that were never meant to be productive. Maybe later, he'd...

Nah. Even thinking of something to do later took effort.

The Fixer-Uppers was open! And lazy, yo.

[Too lazy for OCD!]

raspberryturk

Reno was in the best damn mood ever today, thank you very much, even humming to himself as he set to work, poking a bit more at the trike that he'd gotten a decent start on. The faint throb of a headache behind his temples was negligible. The unfortunate state of his suit, a result of tripping over a greasebucket when it was still too early for proper brain function? Didn't matter at all.

Rude had gone out of his way to come to the island yesterday, and Reno was going to be in a damn good mood because of some totally platonic warm fuzzies, damn it.

Best. Partner. Ever.

[Open and flying without OCD!]

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