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Once Jaina had confirmed that Caritas did in fact have power (Seriously, Fandom? Town hall apparently didn't have power but thae bar did? Guess we know where priorities lie.), she set out to work super early with what supplies she could get to bring with her. Once she got there, she started setting up, figuring that it was either going to be very busy with people flocking to where there was electricity, or very quiet with no one wanting to venture into the cold. But if people did show up, Little Miss I Have Worked In Refugee Camps was going to make sure they had anything they might need.

She set Tino to work making blanket forts in the lounge with the explanation of "It's warm, just do it," and got the bar set up mainly for hot chocolate, cider, etc.

1/2 OFF HOT DRINKS
(Don't use alcohol to warm yourself up. Don't you watch Mythbusters?)

Yeah, that was proof Jaina definitely needed a second job.

[So Caritas is open from afternoon on, and I am done with my errands so I am around yay!]

Current Mood: cold

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

The weird time differential between his world and Fandom always had John running for coffee after a portal. Today was no different and he happily grabbed a table in the warm shop to drink up while he left a voicemail message because he'd promised to call when he got to town.

It was really too bad that message wasn't going to be as helpful as he'd hoped.

[open!]

Current Mood: dorky

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

Barney was smart and had purposefully blocked all outgoing mail from Fandom to his New York City (sorry, no luck for you, Robin) and so could blissfully oversee the gathering of guests, students, teachers, and townies happening in the park. The day was bright and sunny, regardless of what any weather reports might claim.

The Student Council had done a nice job getting things together to greet the visitors. A wide variety of sumptuous food was spread out on long tables at one end of the park. In the center were plenty of comfortable blue and gold tables and chairs perfect for sitting, chatting, and eating. To the other end of he park was the registration table where visitors could sign in and pickup their name tags.

Just above the registration area was a gaudy banner announcing the start of a calm and relaxing weekend. Okay, a weekend where Barney got a lot of popcorn to listen to radio.
Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2009!

[ OOC: DONE! Registration | Security | Food & Drink | Mingling | OOC ]

Current Mood: thoughtful

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Okay, Rose was totally ready for her first day officially working at the gym as opposed to being there half the time training anyway. Totally ready to help with the weights or clean up messes (not gross ones please) or even pretend she was a dork like Dimitri and read one of those westerns he was always reading.

She was not ready for one of the ~~NPC~~ instructors to hand her a CD and point her towards the aerobics room.

"The cardiofunk thing was a joke! I'm not really teaching a class!"

The instructor cared not for Rose's protests. It was her day off, and the class had to be covered.

Muttering darkly, Rose took the CD and skulked off to make crap up about cardiofunk.

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki looked like the fucking maintenance woman. No, scratch that, Loki looked the maintenance woman who'd fucking lived here for awhile but with blonde hair. This sort of shit was not supposed to fucking affect him. He was a fucking angel with fucking powers and he was not supposed to randomly changed what type of vessel he was using.

"Fucking goddamn shitheaded piece of shit island," Loki said, grumpily sitting behind the counter for no good besides the fact that, if he was out in public, maybe he could mess with people's minds.

Still.

"This fucking body isn't the one I signed up for," he said, looking down at his expanded chest. "But the tits are kind of fucking nice."

Okay, so it wasn't all bad.

[yeah, like i wasn't going to open this. gwyneth paltrow used with permission from pepper's player!]

Current Mood: bitchy

usedtotravel.livejournal.com

The good news was, a few people had woken up.

The bad news was, there were far, far more people still asleep, and it wasn't clear if they'd be waking up any time soon.

[OCD is up, thank you for waiting!]

intraspective

One mostly sleepless night for hapless clinic workers and volunteers? Check.

Rows and rows of sleeping people? Check and double check. The sleeping people were, in Ino's not-so-humble opinion, really freakin' creepy thank you ever so very much. She didn't like the numbers, at all. Or the fact that nothing yet could be done to wake them up.

(And, maybe okay, she also didn't like the fact that she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, shut up.)

That didn't stop the nurses, volunteers, and coffee makers from chugging on bravely in the face of all that unrelenting sleep and making sure their patients were properly taken care off.

[~~Wait for the OCD or I will sic Ino on you~~ OCD is up, up and away!

ETA: Evening/Night post is here]

usedtotravel.livejournal.com

The calls had started early in the morning, and the patients had followed shortly after, all with the same problem - people had fallen asleep and couldn't be woken up. It didn't take long for it to become clear that the clinic wouldn't hold everyone - there really were a finite number of rooms in the place - and in quite possibly the only instance of anyone ever being grateful for the plague, it wasn't long before Martha, the nurses, and the town hall staff had figured out how to recreate the emergency clinic in the town hall. Cots were set up, supplies were brought over, and the rest of the clinic staff had been contacted. Now, all they needed was to get everyone rounded up to be taken care of, and to try to figure out what was wrong.

[ocd is up!]

satedan-soldier.livejournal.com

Ronon had just wanted to go swimming. And since Lindsay had been the one who'd taught him the importance of swimwear, it had seemed appropriate to acquire her a properly sized bathing suit.

It wasn't his fault Barbies wore a lot of hot pink. The salesgirl at the toy store had insisted every Barbie required a raft for the pool (so as not to get her hair wet) and then she'd attempted to talk him into purchasing a Barbie Dream House for his apartment despite his promises that he wouldn't have a Barbie for all that long. Needless to say the clerk had not believed him. Ronon had never glared so much at such a tiny woman to no effect before. He was sort of impressed.

Which probably explained why he'd purchased a red Barbie Ferrari.

All of this led to Monday afternoon, when Ronon was swimming laps in the pool while a Harley Davidson Barbie, clad in hot pink bikini, floated on a tiny raft in the water.

Heaven help him if she fell in.

[I may go afk for a nap, but uh, open if you want! Dared by

flipped_god_off and encouraged by

memberslonely JSYK!]

Current Mood: envious

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

While the students had been completing their last finals, an NPC staff had been hard at work converting one of the empty warehouses into the site of tonight's dance. When the guests arrived this evening, they'd be greeted by a long yellow carpet, leading up to the open glass doors of the warehouse.

Once inside, they would find the space brightly decorated to celebrate the summer season. Gold drapes covered the walls, splashed liberally with glitter to make them sparkle in the low lights of the warehouse. Flowers were placed here and there, not overwhelming but definitely noticeable and fragrant. Images of beaches, palm trees, sunsets, sunrises, hammocks, and other various summer images were being projected on the walls randomly.

A long table consisting of food and drinks was along one wall, providing plenty of sustenance for everyone for their long night of fun. Dark corners could be found here and there, of course. There was music playing and a disco balls projecting light onto the dance floor.

It was time for the summer dance.

arrivals | food/drinks/mingling | dark corners | girls bathroom | boys bathroom | dancing | ooc | post 2

[OCD IS UP. ~~I will make you smell Deadpool's dirty drawers if you ping in before I am done omg.~~ No one has to smell Deadpool's drawers! Have fun! If another post is needed later, it will go up!]

Current Mood: accomplished

atreideslioness

Considering that the majority of the club had probably worked off a good amount of aggression against their reptile friends the other day, Ghanima was pleased to see how many people actually showed up. "Good evening," she said cheerily. "Nice to see no one got eaten by the fish."

"And if anyone got nibbled, chicks dig scars," Tyler said wryly as he ran a thumb over his lips. "So we are here to fight. Not because monsters are attacking us; because we're the monsters, and this is where our dark sides come out." A pause. "Or it might just be a chance to kick the shit out of somebody in a semi-sanctioned way."

"There is nothing 'dark side' about violence," Ghanima countered primly. "That sort of repressive and puritanical thinking leads to mental health problems." Not that she could talk. "And this is not a pick-up joint, Durden, no checking out those of us with scars."

"I think I got spanked for the week," Tyler said. "All right. Matches. Uh ... you two, you two, you and ... Ghani, who do you think?"

Her lips twitched in amusement at the shortening of her name, but she didn't correct him. "With that person there. And you and you, you make a cute couple. Hrm. And the person over there, and that one. Yes, you. Don't look so shocked."

"I think that's five," Tyler said. "Triela, see me on that mat, okay? Everyone else, go have fun."

| Mingle / Beginner Area / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC |

[OOC: Preplayed with

tyler_back, and up early for SP Love. Ya'll know the rules: ~~wait for the purty purty OCD, or Ghani will hurt you.~~ OCD up, so let the games begin!]

Current Mood: cheerful

atreideslioness

When people trickled in today, they'd find only Ghanima in the gym and no Tyler in sight.

There was, however, a very disgruntled-looking goat that had somehow managed to get into the building.

"Good evening, everyone," Ghanima said crisply. "Welcome back. My fellow conspirator is unavailable tonight," as she glanced at the goat, "so you're stuck with me. Do try not to do anything too stupid when unsupervised."

"Now, let's see. There's lots of new faces here tonight, so I'd like to see some of them on the mats. You and you. You, you. You, please, and you as well. You two. And, hrm, you and you. Everyone else, I'd like you to pair with someone you haven't fought before, if possible. Even if they're of a different ability level. It's time to see what you can learn from each other."

[ Mingle / Beginner Workouts / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Talk to Ghanima / OOC ]

[OOC: Short post is short, because I am sunburned, sore, and AFK to be abducted to Star Trek. Up early for SP goodness, and Goat-Tyler is modded with permissions from

tyler_back. ~~Wait for the OCD, me hearties.~~ OCD up, go forth and battle.]

Current Mood: busy

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Sure, Loki had just done some work on Sunday but Tuesday was his day to open the apartments so he was out there. Or, well, he was sprawled in his favorite chairs, baseball hat on and iPod (the fucking technology of this decade was amazing) ear buds in and turned up as high as it would go. He didn't know who the fuck this person was or even if the music was good but he didn't care. He had the iPod, he had the music, he was going to damn well use it.

Sure, there was shit he could do around the building but why do that when he basically had an unpaid grounds guy in the form of that student who Ronon supervised every Saturday. Students needed to get detention more often.

Maybe he could give detentions. His first fucking class was tomorrow, in fact. He'd have to look into that.

[Open, of course!]

Current Mood: naughty

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

"I've had a bad couple of weeks," Jolee told Tino. "So I think we'll all be happier tonight if nobody annoys anyone tonight."

And with that, Tino put down his water pistols.

[OOC: I'm around!]

tyler_gone

"The semester's over," Tyler announced. "I don't feel like working. Talking is working. So is pointing to pair you up." He turned toward Ghanima. "Want to just let them fight?"

"If they're here and they're not fighting, we're doing something wrong," Ghanima deadpanned. "Everyone, go hit someone you haven't hit before."

"Beauty, Ghanima," Tyler said, then roamed a step forward, almost disappearing into the crowd. "What are all of you waiting for?"

She turned to follow Tyler with an evil grin. "Hit the mat, Durden. You're mine."

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ OCD is a go.]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had finished her last final today, and decided to go to Caritas to celebrate. However, when she came in and found that it was just her, Tino, and the zombie band, she said, "Oh look, a reason to get near all the alcohol," and ended up behind the bar.

Where she proceeded to do a couple celebratory shots with Tino. As one did.

Caritas was totally totally open. And possibly slightly tipsy.

Current Mood: accomplished

satedan-soldier.livejournal.com

Ronon had made two promises for today that sort of didn't go together, but he was gonna make it work or make Sheppard learn to deal.

"Hmm, this will do," Mary Sue informed her father, smoothing the bow in her hair. "At least it's not dark and sandy like that terrible basement place."

Great, he had the semi-approval of his fake kid, Ronon could die happy.

As far as tea parties went, it was almost nice. Ronon had messaged his detention victim to bring the tea and he'd set up some kid-sized tables and chairs next to the playground in the park. It was his attempt to guarantee Mary Sue stopped earning cash off her mom and throwing fits about doing his hair.

If it rained and he was stuck indoors with this kid all day, Ronon was going to have his own fit.

[Open Tea Party and Playground are open!]

Current Mood: awake

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

Wow, this had gotten really bad. Buffy had had herself a couple close calls, which would happen when the zombies were freaking everywhere, and today she really had worn old clothes knowing they'd get covered in things she didn't want to think about, and she'd had to clean off her sword more than once, and while she'd seen some really gross things in her time, that really kind of topped it so far.

She knew it wasn't going to be long before she had to head back to the dorms, but for now, she was still patrolling the streets. And alleyways. And etc. etc. etc.

And at this point it would be advisable that no one sneak up on her unless they wanted their heads removed.

[Open post! Living and undead of the PC and NPC variety welcome. Buffy does not agree with me on the 'welcome' part, but she can bite me.]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

So, there were apparently zombies on the island. Fucking wonderful. Just when he'd started to get the area around MHA cleaned up from the shit slinging birds, the walking undead decided they wanted out of their eternal resting places. His luck was so fucking bad sometimes.

Of course, just because there were zombies didn't mean Loki was going to bar himself up in his apartment with a can of spam and a crowbar. What the fuck kind of fun would that be? Instead, he came out to the pool and actually cleaned it up a little bit before taking a seat in one of the chairs and relaxing. The weather was warmer and there was the smell of rotting flesh on the air.

This really was a fucking paradise wasn't it? Whatever, unless the zombies were prepared to fork over some fucking dough, they weren't getting near his shit. He was already dead. Wasn't like he could get deader.

He hoped. Fuck, that would suck.

[No OCD but totally open for the alive, dead and undead (and I'm going to stick a link in the zombie post when it goes up whoo!)]

Current Mood: annoyed

satedan-soldier.livejournal.com

To casual observers, the lobby of MHA probably wasn't all that dirty, but there had been a bunny hopping around with Loki the last few days and there was always need for cleaning when bunnies were involved. Especially when there was non-hired help to do the cleaning.

Besides, Ronon didn't feel like getting rid of the sand quite yet. It still seemed to bug Loki.

[Open lobby is open. Bunny mess modded with permission, omm.]

Current Mood: okay

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Anything and everything else Loki might have had plans to do today got thrown out once he'd figured out that Biff was a fucking bunny. Biff being a fucking bunny meant that Loki had gone to find him and had brought him back to MHA for his weekly shift at work. A bunny all alone in a big house hadn't been too hard to find and Loki so wasn't going to let Biff forget that, as a bunny, he'd cuddled into Loki's arms like a teddy bear.

What a fucking softie.

Now, though, they were both in the chairs in the lobby. Biff was mostly hidden since he was, in fact, a fucking bunny and the chairs were big. Loki kept shooting glances his way and wondering what kinds of devious tricks he could get up to. Of course, there'd probably be someone who wanted in on that so Loki was going to bide his time and just keep laughing at Biff.

Biff was a fucking bunny. His week was fucking made.

Current Mood: ecstatic

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Amazingly enough, Loki was not propped up in his extra comfy chairs today. No, instead he was leaning in the doorway of the apartment building and peering at the...cereal that appeared to be coming from the sky. He recognized it (cereal was cheap and easy to find) but why the fuck Lucky Charms were raining from the sky, he had no clue. God must have been really fucking bored.

Couple that with the random pots of gold covered chocolate coins and this day was officially shaping up to be one of those harmless but weird fucking days. And he couldn't help but wonder if he'd see random fucking kids outside, trying to eat the marshmallows. Those had always been his favorite. Fuck the other stuff.

Not that he was thinking of doing that now. No, not at all.

Maybe later. Now, he was just going to watch it rain Lucky Charms and eat some chocolate.

[MHA=open!]

Current Mood: awake

satedan-soldier.livejournal.com

After three trips to the beach for sand and one trip to the store for yogurt and accessories, Ronon had finished constructing John's 'sanbox' by mid-morning.

The sandbox was large enough to entertain many children with shovels, buckets, and empty yogurt containers, and close enough to the pond that water wasn't too far away for when it came time to make moats.

Why John hadn't just wanted to drag him to the beach to play was beyond Ronon's understanding. Also, he hadn't considered that until midway through the second trip for sand.

"SANBOX MONSTER!" John yelled as he leaped into the sandbox, causing a spray of sand to hit Ronon, who was starting to wish he wasn't expected to participate in the sand-play.

[Open park and open sandbox is open!
~~ETA 11AM: I flee for a while but~~ I ~~WILL RETURN~~ AM BACK!]

Current Mood: confused

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

The first indication that Loki had that something was wrong was the unbearable sound of claws against his window at way too fucking early. The second indication was that said window was nearly blacked out with...he didn't even want to think about what that was.

Stalking outside and into the midst of a fucking invasion of some sort, all Loki could do was grimace and bitch about how he'd wanted to fucking relax. Of course, some fucking...thing took immediate exception with his bitching (it was not karma) and swooped at him, claws digging into his shirt and stomach painfully for a minute before Loki got his bearings back and punched the thing in the face a few times to dislodge it. The harpy stumbled backwards, shrieking hideously while Loki examined his now torn shirt and the red scratches on his stomach. Thank fuck for fast healing.

"You fucking bitch, you ripped my shirt." The harpy shrieked in reply, almost daring him to bring it on. And, well, Loki was powerless to resist a challenge. He had no flaming sword, he had no gun but he had himself and he used that weapon to get up a head of steam so he could charge the harpy, plow into it and take it down into the pool with him.

Drowning the damn thing would work. It had to work. And, after several long seconds of twitching and more scratches, the harpy stilled and Loki left it there to swim to the surface where more harpies were already descending.

"Fuck this day," he said, climbing out of the pool, soaking wet and waiting for the next bird thing to come at him. "Fuck this day."

[Open, sure! I've been planning for him to go into the pool since Monday. Whoo!]

Current Mood: bitchy

atreideslioness

There was a poster tacked up on the door to the main gym, with the following text written in alternating handwriting, as if the marker had been shared between two people:

( I see all this potential. )

"Now, my favorite part. We're going to randomly pick some fights." It was possible Ghanima looked a bit too gleeful about this. "You and you. You two. You two too. You and you, and hrm, you, and ... you." There was practically a halo over her head as she pointed at Tyler. "There. Get to know your new friends, then get to know the mat. Anyone I didn't just pair up, find your own partner."

[Up early for massive SP! ~~Wait for the~~Massive OCD is massive and up.]

ETA:You people are breaking my browser! Mingle | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Ghanima and Tyler | OOC | Next Week's RNG

Current Mood: cheerful

satedan-soldier.livejournal.com

When told he had a single student for detention this week, Ronon had been almost disappointed. At least, until he found out it was John Sheppard.

The MHA pool wasn't so bad off after that Jason kid had set things up a few weeks back, but Ronon knew Loki appreciated free labor and what better way to make Sheppard spend his hours of detention than in a task that could benefit many?

So there was John, standing in the water with a scrub brush and cleaner, making faces and complaining that it was not warm enough for this treatment.

[~~For meeee~~ Open, sure!
ETA: I would like to take a moment to thank myself for not thread-dropping myself as per usual. Go me.]

Current Mood: satisfied

capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com

It had taken Jack a few days to negotiate his release from the insane rodents who'd captured him. They didn't recognize "parley" as a concept...okay, that wasn't true. It'd taken a few days for Jack to figure out how to undo the knots they'd tied him up with (he'd been a little distracted with how squirrels learned to tie knots at all). And now he was sneaking his way stealthily around town.

Through a park.

That had trees.

Where squirrels lived.

This plan could've been better.

[OOC: Open for your insane pirate needs!]

Current Mood: crazy

bigdamnprincipal

Even with the sun out, it was still fairly chilly on the causeway, creating a brisk reminder of what everyone would be leaving behind for the next week as they traveled through the Caribbean.

As the students, teachers, and guests gathered to wait for the portal to Florida, everyone was given a copy of their lodging information and a trip itinerary to peruse:

Eastern Caribbean Cruise Itinerary (7 Days)
Sunday: Portal to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Ship departs 5:00PM)
Monday: Princess Cays, Bahamas (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Tuesday: At Sea
Wednesday: St. Maarten, Netherlands Antilles (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Thursday: St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Friday: Grand Turk (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Saturday: At Sea
Sunday: Portal back from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Portal opens 7AM)

[OOC: Up early for SP! The cruise posts are up now as well: rooms are here and the ship is here. Please check to make sure that you have a room assignment, and let us know if you were accidentally left off. Also, make sure you have

fh_trips friended so you'll see the rest of the posts this week!]

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Lindsay was behind her desk trying to concentrate on her work but kept getting distracted. Every once and a while she'd pick up a phone to call her friends back home or start an e-mail that would start with "Dear Dad" but she'd immediately hang up or close the e-mail before she even started.

So for the most part she was just looking out the window as she tried to make sense of this whole week.

Current Mood: frustrated

satedan-soldier.livejournal.com

Even if pummeling a bag held little challenge, it was still necessary as hell after Ronon's monthly call to Walter. Frustration with the lack of information on the missing members of his team was nearing a breaking point for the Satedan.

This week certainly wasn't helping him any.

So there was Ronon, beating the ever-loving shit out of a heavy bag, his dreads flying as he leaped in the air to send a punch down from above with a warrior yell. There was no half-assing the attack; he poured his frustrations into every hit, never pausing until the bag gave out, ripping open and spilling its guts on the mat.

He snarled and wrung out his arms, furious that the bag couldn't take more.

Because it was the bag's fault, yes.

[Open gym is open]

Current Mood: cranky

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki had contemplated not coming out to work this morning. He was the boss and he could do what he fucking wanted. There wouldn't have been any rhyme or reason for it save for the fact that he just didn't want to work. But, in the end, he'd decided to come out because he realized he'd be really fucking bored if he didn't.

Of course, he wasn't alone. Having taken advantage of his paycheck, he'd purchased some weird looking video game system and two games to go along with the system.

So, now, Loki was out in the lobby (having dragged his television, wires and all out so he had more room) and was playing the first game. And cussing. Loudly.

"Fucking cheating ass game!" he yelled, scowling. The game wasn't cheating. He just wasn't all that good.

Yet.

[MHA is ooooooooopen! What? I can't live vicariously? Portions of convo with Lindsay are NFB!]

Current Mood: energetic

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

Jolee didn't know why Tino was dressed like a ninja and rapping behind the bar tonight and you could be damn sure that he wasn't going to ask. He really didn't want to know.

[OOC: ~~AFK until about 8 Eastern, then~~ I'm around! I had Vanilla Ice's Ninja Rap stuck in my head on the way home tonight for some reason.

ETA: Or maybe I'm not completely around. The cold that wouldn't die continues to not die and I don't feel great. Mod Tino for speed, but I will still answer pings, albeit slowly.]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

After the various encounters along the boardwalk last night, Jason had come back to the apartment he'd woken up in and hadn't slept. Someone knew him here. Someone using an alias he didn't remember and someone demanding he remember memories he couldn't unlock.

He wasn't shaken. Jason didn't get shaken over things. No, he was curious, interested and onto something. He wanted to know who she was and if she was with the organizations that had transformed him from a soldier into a killing machine.

He could remember that. Remember killing so many people. Every detail. He just couldn't remember who.

Because of that, he'd decided to stay close to his point of origin. Staying inside meant he couldn't do any subtle observations so he went outside and, after finding several space heaters around the pool, had taken a seat in a chair and started paging through one of the various files he'd found in the desk in the lobby. Names, dates, contracts. They had to be important.

His life depended on it. He had to find the memories before they found him and killed him. He had to have revenge.

[Look, I'd hate myself if I didn't take full advantage of this weekend. So, open, of course! Swim, don't swim, talk to Jason, or don't! Go wild!

Current Mood: restless

canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com

Marion hadn't noticed anything weird going on in town today. Then again, Marion wasn't exactly the most social of people these days and wouldn't have known the difference between one crazy person and another.

[I'm totally cheating and making it a mod Tino night]

satedan-soldier.livejournal.com

Upon his return from a slo-motion run down the beach, Jason made his way to the pool to set up for some party he was throwing for Buffy, Claudia, and Brooke. They sounded hot.

Filling the pool and setting out deck chairs and space heaters, Jason's tanned and tattoo-free skin and his thick, dark hair shone in the bright sunshine. He hummed to himself as he worked to erect the lifeguard stand, securing his red float to the side before climbing on top, his job complete.

"This is gonna be awesome," Jason announced, surveying the results of his hard work and flipping open his phone to order up some pizza.

The MHA Pool was ready for business and Detention was in session.

[Ronon is now Baywatch Hawaii's Jason, and Detention is now a Pool Party open to all!]

Current Mood: nipply

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Lindsay would never admit to anyone that she was a nervous wreck but in preparing for having a dinner (Dinner. It was dinner right? Or was this a thing? Jesus, was this a thing? Oh crap what if this is a thing?) she had gone through five outfits before deciding on the sixth which was just a nice set of slacks, blouse and a jacket.

Of course now that she was here she was cursing herself under her breath for not wearing a skirt and fidgeting. Not that she'd want to admit to anyone that she was fidgeting.

[OOC: Lindsay is here for Ronon but public place, yadda yadda yadda]

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

Jolee opened the bar a little early tonight just in case anyone wanted to come in to watch the pregame to the game that Tino kept raving about. Jolee himself didn't really give a damn, but it shut Tino up for a little bit, which was enough.

There was a sign up front "Watch the Big Game on a Big TV here!" Tino added the capitalization and punctuation. He really was that excited.

So Jolee checked to make sure the T1 utility droid he had programmed to take drink orders, serve the drinks, and pester people until they paid. And then he got out of the way for the rest of the night.

[OOC: Open EEEEEAAAAAARLY since I'll be afk during normal Caritas posting time. Mod Tino and T1-N0, the utility droid that will be servicing the BRAND NEW and PERMANENT redesigned back room. There are several small tables with chairs back there. There's also a few comfy chairs and a couch. The dart board has been moved from the lounge to the back room. Think of it as a common room for adults.

On normal nights, the back room's TV will be moddable. Assume that it will, by default, be turned to some kind of sport thing with the volume down really low, but you can have T1 change the channel and volume. Just not tonight.]

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Lindsay was in a very quiet mood for the past few days and it continued into today. At the moment she was e-mailing a couple people from home trying to explain and apologize for what happened over the weekend.

baskiceball.livejournal.com

"If I eat anymore cheeseburgers today, I'm gonna throw up," Marshall told Tino. He held up a White Castle burger. "But I can't stop. They're so delicious."

Marshall didn't really know the meaning of self-control.

[I'm around but gmail has been a ho the past couple days so pings may be slow]

Current Mood: full

canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com

Yep. Caritas was open. Totally on time. Really.

[I forgot. Again. Mod Tino!]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

It was still fucking snowing. Even after spending what felt like a fucking eternity in Wisconsin, Loki didn't think he'd seen this much snow come down in such a short time period.

And the power was still fucking out.

The fireplace that had appeared yesterday had helped some, giving both light and warmth to the lobby. He'd let it burn for as long as he could before putting it out and going to bed. The fire was lit again this morning but Loki wasn't in front of it.

There were a few candles lit, providing more light and showing that Loki wasn't inside MHA at the present moment.

No, instead, he was being fucking responsible and outside, shoveling the path from the front door to the streets. Thank fuck the cold didn't bother him that much but he was still bundled up and still feeling the sting of the snow on his cheeks and hands.

He really needed to buy gloves. His hands felt like fucking blocks of ice.

Eventually, he managed to get the fucking walk clear enough that he thought people would manage to come and go (if they really needed to) and came back inside to immediately stick his hands in front of the fire.

"Fucking snow," he muttered. "Goddamn."

[open, of course. no ocd! that fireplace just had to get some use!]

bad-nose-job.livejournal.com

Penelope hoped tonight was going to be slow. She was somewhat tired and lacking... certain articles of clothing. She'd have to go shopping tomorrow. Understanding this place was difficult at times.

The band was playing jazz. Nice, quiet, jazz. Which was not entirely odd.

Caritas is open!

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

After his shenanigans earlier today, Loki had decided to spend the evening at the bar. Of course, when he'd walked in to find only Tino and his greasy face behind the bar, he'd been a little at a loss. Usually the old guy was around and he, at least, made for some decent conversation.

When the old guy failed to materialize, Loki took the initiative and just slid over and behind the counter and checked out all the alcohol. It was sad in a way. For him, at least.

Tino kept glaring. When Loki made to start tossing the bottles around like a movie he'd seen a long time ago, Tino's glare turned into a growl. It was almost cute in a way.

Eventually, Loki poured himself a glass of soda and amused himself with making faces at Tino.

Current Mood: productive

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki didn't want to sit inside today. It only encouraged boredom and he was done excelling at boredom for the time being. Besides, this place had a fucking pool and, even if it was too cold to really swim, he could sprawl in a chaise lounge and get some sun.

So, that's what he was doing. The pool was uncovered in case someone was insane enough to want to swim (or maybe he'd get really fucking lucky and two girls (or two guys, he wasn't picky)) would come by and start wrestling and fall into the pool.

Of course, that brought thoughts of wet t-shirt contests and Loki smiled. It wasn't such a bad day. Hopefully it stayed this way.

[Open! Should anyone need a place to stay, Loki will still rent apartments. MHA info post is here.]

Current Mood: chipper

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

The ceremony had been beautiful. And the evening was only getting started. The guests were ushered into the large tent that had been erected (hee) in the park earlier in the day. The caterers had delivered and set up food and enough free alcohol to drink the entire town into a coma.

Of course, there was a special area reserved for the squirrels with dessert nuts and high-quality rum to keep Vala and Barney's smallest guests happy while they took their notes and danced the night away.

Pleased workers did a last check of the tables and cigar centerpieces before the guests and the wedding party arrived. The wedding reception was set to go exactly as planned.

[The reception, like the wedding, is open to everyone in Fandom. ~~Once I put up some OCD~~ Now.]

Current Mood: pleased

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Shock of shocks, Loki had managed a pleasant night the previous night. Sure, that stupid as fuck angel had nearly ruined his day but liquor plus someone to talk shit with made for a good night.

With the sudden swarm of people onto the island, Loki actually decided to open up the apartments on a fucking weekend. He usually spent most of the day sleeping but he was feeling magnanimous so the doors were open and he was behind the counter.

Of course, the sudden decision to do something thoughtful didn't mean Loki himself was going to be all hearts and roses today. That kind of shit was so boring.

[MHA is open! Info is here. Feel free to rent an apartment or talk to the angel. All welcome!]

Current Mood: contemplative

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin, for the most part, was displeased by the whole colder-weather thingie. She wasn't all that thrilled that it was time to put away her tiny skirts and her floaty pretty shirts.

On the bright side, though, she had discovered something it was finally cold enough to wear again.

Which was why, rather than having a trashy special night as she'd discussed with Brooke last week, Robin was wearing her sexy and terribly classy leather pants.

Okay, maybe they were just sexy. But they were also the Deputy Mayor's sexy leather pants. That counted for something now, right?

Current Mood: thankful...for my fine ass

fates_jaye

Jaye was actually at work, and there early for once, which shocked the hell out of Tino. But see, she got to host tonight, and she was actually excited for it. She'd even brought popcorn to watch. Maybe someone could get slapped in three minutes and the slapper would end up in the pond. When people arrived, there was even a sign on the door.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Jaye Tyler
Reject People! Speedily!

When everyone had gotten there, Jaye took the stage, mic in hand. "Hey there, so you should all know how this goes by now, as we've had way too many for you to be clueless. Unless you're new. In which case, ha ha, suckers. So, dating sucks, so we get you through the process really really quickly. Now you can find out within three minutes that the person you're talking to is not the one you want to spend even four minutes more with.

"Here's how it goes: I call your name, and someone else's. You get together. You talk for three minutes, get to know each other, and then you'll hear this," she said, pulling an airhorn from behind her back to sound it. "Then I'll call your name with someone else's and you switch. You'll hear this sound," she said, blowing the horn again just because she could, "five times total. Any ques- good. Enjoy!"

[Three minutes = ten comments, which means each person gets five comments in a thread. You don't have to do these chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself. Slowplay is totally fine omg.

~~Also wait for OCD becauase if you interrupt me I WILL come over there.~~ Ready! Set! Go kill my inbox!]

satedan-soldier.livejournal.com

Ronon wasn't fond of the whole office hours thing. After sitting at his desk for five minutes, he'd stuck a note on his door that said, "Training," and had made his way to Atlas Gym.

Laying into the heavy bag, Ronon found he missed the marines. At least they provided moving targets.

[ooc: Atlas is open for your gym and Ronon needs.]

Current Mood: training

fates_jaye

Jaye was at the bar mostly on time. The mostly was because she was fully set to be late when she was chased down by wee marauding pirates. Considering they were only six inches tall, it shouldn't have been anything to be afraid of, but when anything swarmed at you like they did, you'd better run.

So she was there on time, and pirateless, save for the one that had somehow managed to hitch a ride on her purse, and started pillaging through it as soon as she set it down.

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