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Anders got to the shop a little later than he did on most Sundays, and more haphazardly groomed. It was hard to think about things like jobs and toothbrushes and combing your hair when everything you ever dreamed of was held so neatly in the palm of your hand. It took a lot of mental struggle to make himself leave his dorm room and go to work; finally he had convinced himself to slide on his shoes and head out the door on the theory that there might be something useful about phylacteries in the shop.

Which .... he was going to look for anytime now. After he made certain the shop seemed secure from Cassandra or anyone else who might want to steal the phylactery. He left the door locked against unwanted invaders and hung up a small, neat sign: Please ring bell for entry.

He'd let in customers, probably, but anyone who didn't look like they belonged stood a good chance of getting a fireball to the chest. Anders didn't feel like he could be too careful.

[OOC: Open if you ring the bell.]

needfully-yours.livejournal.com

Leland Gaunt's plans were proceeding ever so nicely. Far better than he had hoped. There were tendrils out in the ether; there were possibilities branching off from one another. He'd known this island was a good choice.

The sign in the window still read:

NEEDFUL THINGS
A DIFFERENT KIND OF STORE

You Won't Believe Your Eyes

and Leland Gaunt waited for more customers.

needfully-yours.livejournal.com

How very embarrassing, to find one's self tired today in such odd little bursts. Leland Gaunt was more amused than displeased to discover that the vagaries of this island might apply to him; it was a curiosity, nothing more. In any regard, his shop was open, and he had such lovely trinkets to sell.

NEEDFUL THINGS
A DIFFERENT KIND OF STORE

You Won't Believe Your Eyes

(Posting before I literally run out the door -- RL attacked, or this would have been up earlier. SORRY. Expect some major SP over the next few hours, but pings will be answered tonight, we promise.)

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!]

whateverknight.livejournal.com

Today's attempt to teach Rinoa how to play Magic hadn't gone any better than the last however many times. Several hours in, there was furniture broken, cards destroyed, and a lot of bad feeling all around. Half the problem, of course, was that Squall had picked a starter box off the rack and begun winning a lot with it. Having Jono play with them hadn't made things any better.

The day was drawing to a close, and Squall just wanted the game to be over. He raised an eyebrow at Rinoa. "It's your turn."

(OOC: Yes, it's been forever since I posted the store! Feel free to stop on by.)

not_every_mage

It was Sunday evening. Maybe in other, better cities people were waking up from the naps they took to sleep off Grandma's pot roast dinner after church. Maybe they were riding bikes under streetlights or swinging on suburban porch swings, counting fireflies.

But this was Fandom, and Fandom Sundays were a lot like any other day. Which meant the magic had to keep coming. Anders had an opening shift, which meant he had to sweep up the cigarette butts and wipe the sticky rings of dried hooch off the tables, and check to make sure all the props and sheet music were in order for the night. It was dumb, and dull, and more than a little gross, but it kept him on the owners' good sides and that was where he liked to be.

He fretted as he went through the routine of busywork. The kid, Elsa -- the chatter backstage was that she was up for a couple special jobs. She was way too young for anything like that, but Anders wasn't the type to stick his neck out, not when it would just give somebody like Angelface a perfect chance to slit his throat. Besides, Karla wasn't dumb. If anybody could going to keep Elsa pure, Karla could.

Once the club was in tip-top shape for the night, Anders went backstage to get into costume, chat with the girls, and wait for the show to begin.

angelo_wings

Showtime. Rita couldn't keep the nervous shiver from her spine, every time that curtain went up. The band was warming up, and the tables were starting to fill.

She held her cigarette holder out (in one elegant gloved hand) for the nearest gentleman to light. Her dress was perfect, and so was her hair. She herself didn't take the stage until last, which gave her time to mill about the crowd and mingle.

The bubbly being poured was just soda, unless you knew the right palms to grease, and the lookers on stage were just singers, unless you really knew the right palms to grease.

Welcome to the Magic Box: where the magic happened.

(Wait for the OCD!)

angelo_wings

Rinoa was in a wonderful mood today. There wasn't any bit of sparkly gem stuck to her stomach: she just woke up feeling happy about the world and everything in it. Some days, that just happened. Wasn't that the best?

She was now cleaning off the shelves in the Magic Box, and humming to herself while she worked. This store was awesome. Totally a great decision, buying it.

(Store open! OCD-free! Will answer pings when I am home from work! FLEEING!)

angelo_wings

Okay, if pressed, Rinoa might admit that half the reason she had bought this shop was so that she had free reign over those big musty magic tomes in the back. She was doing research here, all right? Her world didn't seem to know much about sorceresses. Her pet theory was that every time a sorceress caused a war, people destroyed all the useful helpful information about nice, normal sorceresses out of some kind of panic.

Anyway. Rinoa was opening the shop today, and sitting behind the counter browsing a few of those thick books. Maybe taking notes now and then.

(OCD-free, will be s-l-o-w while I am at work but OPEN)

iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com

Elsa came in to the Magic Box today with an armload of books from the back room that she'd borrowed while the island had been busy imploding on itself. She hadn't found any answers in there, unfortunately, though she could probably point anybody to a magical home remedy for plantar warts that involved candles and chanting and an ungodly amount of castor oil.

She... didn't think that was going to be something that anyone was going to come in looking for, exactly.

She was humming today as she worked, thankful that everything was back to normal, at least. It was good to be her, even if she was far less outgoing than her other-reality counterpart and didn't actually have a suit of armor tucked away in her armoire.

[Open!]

becauseshesang.livejournal.com

( After this flash of light, there were eight... )

[[ and done! first part here. thanks to all the excellent folk who participated -

allie_vamp,

bitten_notshy,

voiceoverdue,

tigerundercover,

bigdamndean,

spin_kick_snap,

whateverknight,

furnaceface,

robinonadderall,

angelo_wings aaaand

filleauloup *breathes*. post is open for finale-participants who will wake up in the dig site. the rest of you may return to normal at whatever speed you wish for, as long as everyone's back to their old selves tomorrow. ]]

becauseshesang.livejournal.com

It took Elizabeth a while to rise. And yet it took her no time at all: time was relative, and only now she realized - no, again, she realized - just how relative it all was. It might as well have been an instant. It might as well have been a thousand years.

She climbed to her feet, and her self hummed with white light. She saw the story unfold before her now. The story that had been. The story that would be. The story that was.

"Lives, lived, will live," Elizabeth whispered.

She turned towards her crowd. Here. There. Anywhere. She had seen behind the doors and she knew which people had the greatest chance of success. There were variables, of course. There were always variables. But if she just plucked up enough of the right people...

When she spoke, it wasn't just here. Her self had dispersed all across the island to bring this message.

"There was a plague," she said. "A terrible plague. And Booker - he had his daughter. He didn't want to submit. So he clawed his way down into the belly of the island and found a machine that could fix it for him. But something went wrong... he lost his finger... he lost his child... everything got lost."

Elizabeth took a shuddering breath of air. "Our universe doesn't like its peas with its porridge," she droned, as if it came to her from a memory. Which maybe it did. She wasn't sure. Not anymore. "There's a piece of him... where it shouldn't belong. A piece of Booker lives in a universe with another Booker, and the multiverse won't stand for it-- not from us."

She looked puzzled, briefly, as the last few memories sank back into place. "No. No. He lost a finger?" she muttered. "No. Not the right door. I lost a finger. So I can do... I can do what he did. More than that."

She stared straight at them.

"You need to go," Elizabeth whispered. "You need to try all the doors. You need to find him. You need to stop him. He can't... he can't make it to the island, okay? If he doesn't make it to the island, then none of this could have happened. Will happen. Is happening."

She shut her eyes, shimmering a serene white. "I need you to go," she said. "I need you to try a couple of doors. They're all... possibilities. Constants. Variables. Lives. Lived. Has lived."

She opened her eyes.

She reached into a tear and dragged her candidates straight on through. Eleven of them. Enough to try all the doors. Six? Six. Six would make it through, and which ones didn't matter. Not to any conceivable extent. As long as they were one of these eleven.

"You need to find Booker," she yelled after them. "He can't make it to the island!"

The rift slammed shut, but it didn't matter. She could see them no matter where they went... and no matter how lost they got. That was the easy part.

The hard part was making sure the eleven's personal futures and pasts and presents didn't come seeping in through all the doors Elizabeth had opened. It had been far too long since she had done this, and quantum manipulation was not, in any way, like riding a bicycle.

( Six doors, eleven people. )

[[ to be continued... ]]

iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com

It occurred to Elsa that she really didn't know quite how to get in touch with Rinoa if there were things she wanted to ask her about. Things, like, say, going into the back room and pulling out all of the potentially dangerous reading material that Rinoa had packed safely away when she'd first opened shop here. The books out front were all fine and well if you wanted to learn about spirit animals or international myths and superstitions, but there wasn't anything up here that seemed solid enough to really be useful, given what was going on around the island right now.

Given what Joker had told her about Eleanor.

So, if she was going to pull risky, powerful books out from the back room, she was going to have to be discreet about it. Only a few at a time, and she'd silently read them while holding them out of view, just below the counter. So far... so far there was nothing about rifts or swapping people out for other versions of themselves. She'd found a spell that could trade the minds of a person and a cat, and another one to create miniature vortexes to a Hell dimension in case you wanted to banish cockroaches away, but she was filing both of those under, "Wait, what? Why?"

[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]

iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com

Elsa still wasn't completely certain how she'd gotten herself talked into this. Rinoa, her manager, was apparently some force of nature unto herself, and after a single conversation, suddenly Elsa had found herself agreeing to take a job. In a magic shop, of all places.

Granted, so much of her job at the moment still involved cleaning and sorting. She was hardly an expert on anything but the math it took to count change on a purchase. But she had stumbled across a few books in the back, written in runes, that were holding her attention, now.

One of them had actually appeared to be some manner of spellbook, and she closed it quickly and set it aside to give to Rinoa later, with a warning about what was within it. Another one was little more than a misplaced cookbook most likely shipped here by accident, and while Elsa was no cook, she was going to keep that one for herself. No sense marketing something here as something it was not, unless soups and salads held magical properties that she'd previously been unaware of.

Well, that, and she really just missed reading things in runes.

[Open, OCD-free!]

whateverknight.livejournal.com

Jono hadn't come out of his room today -- and Squall wasn't entirely sure he was actually in there -- but today was Rinoa's birthday, and that meant a celebration.

Squall smiled across the table at Rinoa once they were seated. "Another year, another celebration," he observed. "I'm glad we get to have this one in Fandom."

[For the one, but open for anyone else who's dining all spiffy-like.]

angelo_wings

It occurred to Rinoa that she had been in town for days, now, and she had yet to actually open her store. She'd be more upset with herself if it wasn't that she'd been a little distracted. Like with her strange little feather-girl. Of course, the absolute best way to deal with sadness -- like over missing that same strange little feather-girl -- was to make yourself busy.

So today seemed like a good day to start cleaning, and doing inventory, and all of that boring stuff. She wasn't quite ready for the store to be open, but she could at least air the place out and make it presentable.

She didn't bother dressing up all Sorceressy -- that could wait until the grand opening. Besides, feathery dresses were the hardest to clean.

She did have the lights on, and the door unlocked, in case anyone was curious enough to peek in. Maybe she could get an early start on hiring some employees.

In the mean time, she was going to be sniffing skink root with a decided frown. How exactly could you tell if skink root had gone bad? Ugh. Her magic didn't need ingredients, so she had no way of knowing if skink root needed to be fresh. This job might be harder than she'd thought.

(rinoa has in fact bought the MAGIC BOX, woo! no ocd, because the store is not OFFICIALLY OPEN yet, but people are totally welcome to pop by. disclaimer: my work has no internet, so please be willing to roll with the SP from about 3-8ish.)

hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com

April did not have a power, but it was possible - just possible - from the way that Tino couldn't stop criticizing her clothes that he had picked one up today.

"Dude, are you screwing the girl from that clothes store now or something?" she asked finally when he started in on how boots and skirts were a precarious combination but one she managed to pull off. "Go away. Or pour me a drink or something."

To Tino's credit, he tried, but ended up with booze all over his clothes. That at least was entertaining, and now April could laugh at him instead of listening to his rambling. Much better.

[[fun fact: this is my first time posting after

nookiepowered! do i get a medal?]]

hasadestiny

Glitter seemed to be a theme of the evening. There was glitter on the posters covering the walls, glitter on the plants printed on table cloths. Glitter on the fake full moon hanging in place of a mirror ball.

And of course, glitter on the banner hanging above the entrance.

Welcome to Homecoming 2012

Become a (wo)man.

Become a wolf.

Current Mood: excited

pinnedherwings.livejournal.com

She had been cooped up too long. That room had been filled with death and decay and madness. She would never be caged again.

Wings held proud, she flew high, tasting the feel of the night air upon her skin. The stars were out. They were exquisite.

And now, she put her hands over her head and called down the maelstrom. A small localized tornado spun away, churning debris in its wake.

Someone was going to pay.

(OOC: yeah so Rinoa's snapped. She will tangle with anyone right now, loyalist, resistance, OR neutral, if they feel like throwing down. Or just look at her funny. So if you want to have a (non-lethal*) smackdown, let's do this. (*Rinoa has places to be after she gets her powers back on a leash zomg.)

And lastly: Squall's thread will be chronologically last.)

furnaceface

So, there was a terrarium full of frogs in the lobby of the Boards. Jono still wasn't entirely certain what had possessed him to take those frogs off of Jon's hands, no. Just that... well, there had been a sign advertising free frogs, and now he was the proud new owner of several pairs of them. While other theatres were setting up trees in the windows or something, the Boards had... tree frogs.

Jono wouldn't admit in a million years that this was because he was still, somewhere buried deep down, maybe a little bit of a kid, and so help him he just wanted some froggies. And if he was in the lobby doing the last of his paperwork in the company of the warm glow of the terrarium heating lamp, well, that was just because the lighting was better there than it was in the... well-lit office.

Yes.

Shut up.

[The Boards are open!]

lockestheway

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

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

Time to go, time to go home, children.

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

angelo_wings

Okay. She could do this. It was just dinner with her boyfriend, her ex, and two ... possible future children, one with each. What could possibly go wrong?

Except for the fact that the kids were probably not going to get along, any more than her ex and her current boyfriend got along. And that she couldn't really be affectionate with (or distant towards) either guy without one of the kids wondering what was up.

So she was just going to ... sit here and smile a lot and not think this had been a terrible idea.

This had been a terrible idea, hadn't it?

(ORIGINAL PARTICIPANTS MODDED W/ PERMISION: Rinoa, Seifer, Squall, Sylvie, River
JOINING US MOMENTARILY: Collin, Pluma, Warren
COMPLETELY WIDE OPEN (either to crash the table or for your other Il Pollo Needs) TO: anyone, everyone, maybe you, maybe your friends, no seriously everyone (except frank the goat) (fuck that goat)!)

Current Mood: nervous

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

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

This was it, ladies and gentlemen. The Boards, newly under the direction of Troy Bolton and Jonothon Starsmore was proud to present:

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

Enjoy musical and dramatic performance
many of the different worlds
represented on our fair island.

Tickets were still available at the box office; enjoy the show!

[~~Aaand wait for OCD!~~ OCD is up!]

bigdamnprincipal

For as long as Zoe could remember, she'd always had to be the solid one in any given group. When Wash had died, she'd known instantly that she couldn't let her emotions show in front of anyone but the ghost in her quarters. It was Mal's job to fly off the handle, to swear and shoot people, and it was her job to be a rock, and to bring him back to stability.

In Fandom, the situation was very much the same every time something terrible happened. Zoe knew that no matter how bad things got, she had to be strong, because falling apart in front of the students, or even the teachers, just wasn't an option.

Which, she supposed, made Anakin her Mal here, if only because imagining Deadpool in tight pants made Zoe's brain do things it oughtn't.

Cameron was gone. Her family was gone. Only Grace was left, and that was because Zoe wasn't letting her more than an arms length away. Her ~~handwavey~~ radio call for an emergency town hall meeting wasn't just about gathering information and rallying everyone together, although it was certainly damn time for that. Hopefully, it would provide a good head count for who was still left on the island. However many people came, it wouldn't be enough to make Zoe feel better, but maybe it would be a start.

[OCD is up! Have at it!]

furnaceface

Jono was... more than a touch subdued this evening as he opened the doors to let the performers in for rehearsal. And could anybody really blame him if he was counting heads as people came in, not because he was worried about attendance, but more because he was concerned about people's ability to attend?

The pitchers of water were set out again, because that was... some sort of thing, he supposed, what with all the singers and such. There was hot water as well today, with a few assorted teabags- green, ginger, peppermint. And honey, should anyone want to sweeten it some.

"Today," he said to the group at large, looking and sounding about as tired as he felt, "we're going to try to finalize what it is you each want to perform for the showcase. It's difficult to rehearse if you don't have material to rehearse. If you're still struggling for something to do, talk to one of us and we'll do what we can to help. We might not understand the finer points of holidays such as Lurlinemas or Winsol, but artistic and technical advice, we can do."

A beat.

"And if there's anything else you need that you'd rather not discuss in front of the group, feel free to take us aside or speak to us after rehearsal. I have a feeling we both understand."

[Open!]

furnaceface

Jonothon had managed to get his hands on coffee, this morning. Instant coffee, granted, that he'd thrown together while trying to juggle breakfast (cereal, quick and easy) and getting everything in order for ... whatever the hell these auditions were going to be like, considering the state of the weekend. He hadn't actually gotten around to getting any of it as far as his mouth, yet, but he suspected that he'd made the coffee strong enough to sit up and bark, and if that didn't floor him, it would probably be a good thing.

In the window of the Boards, he'd hung a sign:

AUDITIONS
FANDOM ISLAND WINTER SHOWCASE
Give the rest of the island a taste of your winter traditions from home!

And, hell, he'd even managed to get someone at Pizza Planet to answer the phone who was over the age of ten, so there was pizza set out on tables on one side of the lobby area. Tables which he'd laid tarp down under, because there was no way in hell he was going to clean those carpets already. The place had just finished renovations, after all.

[OCD is up! If you've got a small child for the day and you'd like to audition, anyone and everyone is welcome to, but please let us know in the OOC thread if you actually want a role or not!]

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

angelo_wings

Rinoa was ready. She had worked all week for this. She had picked out an elegant gown, and done her hair up. She'd even considered an elaborate headdress or a henna tattoo, but no. Understated was better.

Okay, her dad was a complete jerk, and maybe after tonight she could happily never, ever talk to him again. That would be good. Or maybe he'd be less of a jerk and they would ... something. Talk?

She wasn't going to hold her breath for that. Even just the phone call a week ago had gone disastrously. She was still angry about so much. Like, say, the entirety of her childhood, and him being a cold, uncaring bastard.

Tonight wasn't about them. Tonight was about Timber, and trying rational arguments to secure its freedom. Tonight, she had research on her side. Military, strategic perspectives, about why the occupation was a good idea. So tonight she was the Sorceress, addressing Galbadia's interim president, and not an angry teenage girl having dinner with her estranged father.

It might take slightly more than five minutes before the whole evening went to hell.

(Rinoa's here for her father, but it's open for all of your Il Pollo needs!)

Current Mood: anxious

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Seifer had spent that morning getting the church in order, and this evening he was there again. Right there, in the front, kneeling down and praying with his rosary in hand. He was praying that the Lord would forgive him for the lust and depravity that this town brought into his mind. It was just so hard to resist sometimes, and he needs his God's love and guidance to do so.

Not that his focus on his own troubles would stop him from helping anyone who came through the doors. He was there to serve. Whether it be to calm a troubled soul, ease a hurting heart, or perform a marriage ceremony or two.

It seemed Fandom was rather obsessed with marriages.

[Yep, open post for you all]

glacial_queen

"Oh my god, this ice cream is, like, totally rad," Karla said, and then tried not to facepalm. From the moment she woke up this morning, if she didn't pay attention to what she was saying, words like 'radical' and 'bodacious' would sometimes fall out of her mouth.

Which was really just adding insult to injury, considering something awful had happened to her hair and no matter what she did to it, it refused to uncrimp, unfeather, or untease, she had somehow ended up with a faceful of neon makeup, and her shirt was seven sizes too big, slashed to all Hell, and kept falling off one shoulder.

The less said about her too-tight zebra-striped pants? The better.

Which was why she was at Chilly Boulder, turning to the sovereign power of ice cream to make the horror go away.

"Like, gag me with a spoon. This is, like, lame to the max."

Kill her now.

[Open]

angelo_wings

Even with no school, this had been a ridiculously busy week for Rinoa, what with ~~fighting with~~ breaking up with Squall since he was being a jerk, and then finding out Seifer was coming here, now, and letting him take her out to lunch. Which may or may not be a date, depending. It was a little soon to be dating but she could totally date if she wanted to, thank you very much.

This probably wasn't a date, and that was why she had a very casual sort of dress on. Nice, but not fancy or anything. So!

So. Here they were, at Taste of Thai. She should not be nervous about being on a not-a-date with her ex-boyfriend, should she?

"The sesame delight is good," she said, helpfully.

(for the ex, but open for anyone else who wants Thai!)

Current Mood: amused

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla was probably a little stickier than the traditional bride normally was (she'd had cotton candy. And ice cream. And a couple of cookies. Look, Warren and Karla's party had good food), but she was sure she looked beauuuuuuuutiful in her wedding gown made of a bedsheet and her window curtain veil.

She had flowers that she'd taken from the ground (with most of the dirt taken off of them, even!) and had even found a very nice--if a little confused--man to perform the ceremony!

And after she was done gettin' married, she would be more than willing to share her wedding dress with anyone else who wanted to get married! Weddings for everyone!

Life was pretty easy when you're six.

[OOC: Pls wait for tiny ocd...]

Current Mood: excited

angelo_wings

It was a very cranky Rinoa who emerged from the dorms late on Saturday afternoon.

She had tried to catch a spikey thing, and had been sent back to the dorms. And so she had been pissed off, and had gone back to tell the cloud-thing exactly what she thought of his nonsense, and he had dropped yet another spikey thing on her head.

So now, she was pissed. She stopped at the weapons locker to pick up her Cardinal, which was strapped onto her arm. And she had no qualms about using it, this time.

Although she was maybe gonna avoid the cloud-thing in the park. Just on general principles.

(will be summoning DAS BOOT but is so so so open zomg!)

Current Mood: cranky

texted3times

They really should warn a vampire before putting bricks right at forehead height, Eric decided, grumbling a bit to himself as he stomped into the club.

With raccoon ears and a tail. "You say ONE WORD, Tiny," he snarled, tail lashing, "and I'll kill you."

And that's how Eric found out that his tail could make him fly.

The Devil's Nest was open. Eric was sulking in his corner.

solo_sword

Jaina had learned some things. Don't let the creature things hit you. No, not even if they were just shells. Just jump on things and that'd be fine. It was while jumping on one of the armless mushrooms with teeth that she hit the brick above completely by accident, which, ow, but she was terrifyingly used to hitting her head. Hitting that brick also caused a little red mushroom to fall onto the ground next to her, at which point Jaina decided it'd be safer just to jump on it.

Which was how Jaina ended up twice her size, and she immediately decided she didn't really like being tall, though it did help for a while in squashing things that might come across. And while the super high vantage point was not her thing, she did like that she could jump better. Granted, she could manage that with the Force anyway, but... this was new.

Of course the size also meant that when she got something dropped onto her from above, she shrunk right back down to her regular size. While that was more than a little disorienting, she looked up to see a turtle thing zooming around on a cloud, dropping one of the spiked turtles now on the ground, heading towards her. And because the cloud guy was a bastard, he quickly dropped another one.

She wasn't supposed to touch the things, but she couldn't jump on something with spikes. So, she decided to take a chance and pulled out her lightsaber, igniting it, and tried to use that to take care of the spiky turtle.

Which only sent her to the lobby again.

[Establishy, but feel free to use for your parkish needs. You have spiky turtles and everything.
Iiiiiiii may be having too much fun.]

bigdamnprincipal

Although the weekend was almost over, the esteemed alumni of Fandom High were not getting away without one last get-together. The park had been deemed too cold for the event, so the community center had been set up again with tasteful blue and yellow streamers and real flowers on the tables, although there might have been a few paper flowers still lying around from last night too.

There was plenty of food just waiting to be eaten, and if someone asked nicely, they might be able to acquire a drink or two as well. It was five o'clock somewhere.

glacial_queen

Karla was back on Fandom again and, oddities of the morning aside--like waking up in the dorms--was pretty excited to be back on the island. After a brief practice with sticks in the preserve, she'd decided to look up some of her favorite places from her time here.

...Which had her heading to the ice cream store, obviously. Well, with a quick stop at the Perk for coffee. Funny how neither store had changed a bit. Even her coffee-maker back home looked more modern than that.

Of course, she had a Skywalker with a tinkering fetish in her Court, so maybe she wasn't the best judge of that.

Ordering a GIANT sundae for herself (she was a grown-up, she could have ice cream for breakfast if she wanted to), she made her way over to a table near one of the windows and settled in, looking for familiar faces.

Well, probably not so familiar anymore.

[Open like an ice cream store. FYI, Karla still looks pretty young, in her mid-twenties.]

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

If anyone could recall the dance from the night before, they would have thought that it was decorated tastefully compared to what was going on tonight. There were streamers, balloons and what appeared to be paper flower ornaments everywhere. All done in yellow and blue for the proud graduates of Fandom High, of course.

And there were the 'classic' songs from twenty years ago blaring loudly for people to dance or cringe to. Who knew Ke$ha and Justin Bieber would get to be classic pop music for future generations?

Just be glad there is an open bar.

Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Dance Floor | Open Bar | Dark Corners

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 ]]

whateverknight.livejournal.com

So... Squall had showed up at Rinoa's door at 7:55, wearing his dress uniform, and carrying a half-dozen white roses. Rinoa had been wearing a nice dress he hadn't seen before, and had liked the flowers, so that was good, right?

They'd made it all the way to the restaurant, and everything seemed to be going well so far. Squall was nervous, though -- he'd never been on an actual date, before. "Is... This is all right, right? You'd tell me if I got something wrong?"

(For the other person on the daaaaaate, although there are plenty of open tables if anyone else is hungry.)

Current Mood: whatever

glacial_queen

Karla hadn't want to come to work today--she had finals, she was pretty sure that this week was dress rehearsal, she just kind of wanted to hunker down in her room where it was safe--but she told herself sternly that such behavior was silly. The Labyrinth was gone, her Craft was working, and she really had no good reason not to come in. Staying in her dorm just smacked of cowardice.

So instead, she was going to busy herself by throwing out anything peach-flavored she came across, which unfortunately led to this discovery in the back. After a few minutes of looking at them in confusion, Karla decided to bring them up front and highlight them in a floor display.

Because she thought she was funny.

[Calling link NSFW, just for safety.]

tightpants-king.livejournal.com

At long last, the Goblin King was going to address this town and it's ridiculous occupants. He'd been keeping an eye on things from his castle but now, with the time of action so close at hand, he couldn't stop himself from leaving the castle to address those that were working fruitlessly to get their friends back. Now, it was time to appear to them, let them see who was beating them so easily and let their emotions overwhelm and destroy them.

"Welcome!" Jareth boomed, letting his voice carry over the ins and outs of the island that were covered by his gorgeous labyrinth. He waited, let those assemble that might and let those hear that wouldn't.

"You might be wondering who I am," he said, twirling his pimp cane lazily while wearing his tightest pair of pants and frilliest frilly shirt. There was a vicious grin on his face. Something amusing to him but dangerous to those that might try and stop him. "I am...the Goblin King."

He waited for the recognition that he expected. The goblins inside the labyrinth cheered as they were wont to do for their leader.

"And this creation you've seen on your island is mine," he said happily. "For a week now, you've worked yourselves day and night to retrieve your captured friends and you've given me endless entertainment while doing so. Thank you for that. Your friends are...safe."

There might have been something off about how he said that. Maybe.

"And they will be coming with me," he said firmly, planting the cane in the ground and leaning on it. "However, since I am a generous man, I am here to offer you...a way. A way to get your friends back, that is. You have twenty four hours to solve my labyrinth. One day. If time runs out, your friends will become mine. Forever."

He grinned, letting the glee he felt in those words show on his face. A clock, suspended in midair over Jareth's shoulders, began ticking down. He didn't expect anyone to solve his creation. No one, no one, could best the Goblin King.

"Good luck."

Unfortunately, Jareth didn't mean that at all.

Current Mood: amused

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Sure it was Halloween, but it was Sunday and Sunday was bar night.

In that John showed up at the bar to drink and make fun of Tino's candy selection. "Candy corn? That's just insulting. There's not even chocolate involved. I'll be in the lounge!"

[OOC: short weekend was busy, mod Tino!]

Current Mood: sleepy

chosehumanity

It was probably a good idea if no one asked Mitchell how he'd even gotten this idea in the first place. The point was that after several weeks stuck in Bristol, watching new fledgeling vampires wake up for the first time, he needed a distraction, and this seemed like a really good idea. Considering the timing, and all that.

He was probably horribly wrong about that.

Still, by morning that day, the sign above the movie theatre read a cheery.

SHOWING TONIGHT:
The Petey Sci-Fi Talky Picture
Amuse Yrself Any Way
Apprpriate

Mitchell might still have been chock-full of humanity issues, but he was feeling pretty good about this one.

[[ open! i take no responsibility for any of this, and blame

bitten_notshy to within an inch of her life ]]mst

apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com

Genesis had spent the last few days brooding, as he tended to do when left alone, and sulking about missing Angeal. (Not that he'd admit it out-loud, but he would wager half his paycheck that Angeal knew exactly what he was doing.)

Today, however, he had something else to do.

And that something else? Rehearsal.

Drinks were set out--coffee, tea, various juices and, of course, bottled water. Food was set out--muffins, crackers and various things to put on said crackers, croissants, fruit and vegetables.

And Genesis was pacing on the stage. He'd get off as soon as people needed it.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up, up and away!]

apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com

To say that Genesis was in a good mood today was like saying that rain was wet. He had his cast, he had a small but functional crew (though he could still add to that), and only one person had threatened him with death yesterday.

Which had been funny anyway.

All of that meant Genesis was all but chipper as he made certain that the chairs, arranged in a semi-circle were just so and that the food was laid out—mostly ~~moddable~~ foods that were simple to eat and would not leave a great mess—and drinks—juices, water, coffee and tea—were their proper temperatures.

Then it was a waiting game until his ~~minions~~ actors and actresses had all shown up. And then, then it was time to begin.

"I’m glad to see you all could make it." Because otherwise he’d have had to go looking for his actors and would not have been best pleased. Instead, he sounded coolly pleased with the situation. "Today we’ll be doing introductions: I’m Genesis Rhapsodos, the director, and so long as you’re in here, you answer to me." That covered things nicely, didn’t it? And was fairly reasonable, so far as he was concerned. "Excellent. As well as a read-through of the script. You are, at this time, permitted to ask any question so long as it concerns the play at hand."

And no, he would not change your role. And yes, this was him in a good mood.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up omigod.]

apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com

Given the... diversity... of the auditions he had received on Wednesday, Genesis was in a fine mood as he picked idly through his scripts today. He smirked a bit, wondering at what reactions they would get upon seeing his chosen script for the play. Everything, of course, was already set up.

The people of Fandom were certainly enthusiastic, even if the majority of them had little skill to speak of. But some of them, some of them had potential.

And some of them just greatly amused him.

Which was its own value, push come to shove.

Casting for Snow White
Cast and crew needed! Free food and drink available!

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up, up and away!]

puppy_fair

This evening, there was a bit more activity going on in the preserve than the usual scampering and frolicking of the teal deer and the alots. Tonight, there were paper lanterns strung up through the branches and along the trees, there were tables set up in the clearing, and there was music. If it lacked a banner and balloons, they were hoping the glimmer of the lantern lights in the darkness made up for it.

Ino was turning seventeen, and there was only one thing to be done about it. Zack had sent out the e-mail yesterday, and he and Karla had taken care of the food and the cakes and the decorations, and, once Zack managed to get Ino to join them, they were going to celebrate!

[Up a little early for PARTY TIME goodness! Open!]

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