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Sam had gotten to the park in the early afternoon, ready to defend their claimed Halfoween territory from all comers.

Mostly, this meant doing a lot of chasing of ducks.

She also managed to do at least a little bit of decorating while she was at it, stringing up black and orange streamers and decking out a party bush in little multi-colored bats. All this activity distracted her from eating all the food before anyone arrived, so there was even a few tables filled with various snacks and desserts!

Halfoween, aka Sam-and-Freddie's-excuse-to-throw-a-costume-party, was a go!

[ooc: Party is open to anyone and everyone! Costumes NOT required, but Sam will probably give you a random hat and/or make fun of you if you don't have one.]
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Those out and about in town today would find one Sam Puckett, wearing a tweed cap and suspenders.

"EXTRA! EXTRA!" she bellowed in an absolutely ridiculous New York accent. "HALFOWEEN PARTY IN THE PARK TOMORROW NIGHT!"

What was Halfoween? Read all about it )

The weirdest part? Sam hadn't even heard of meta for Newsies. But never let it be said that she did anything halfway.

[ooc: Sam is totally interactable. Late notice is late, but we only got canon for this this weekend. Costume party! Woo!]

Caritas- Saturday

Saturday, April 21st, 2012 05:56 am
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Caritas was open before sundown due to DST and it being light out forever anyway, but whatever, the place was ready to serve as Paintball Headquarters before sundown. Tino was behind the bar in case anyone wanted drinks, the lounge was set up for game night, and all that was needed were a few people to show up!

And turpentine. Lots and lots of turpentine.

[The bar is open till morning for your non-paintballing needs, though it's a mod Tino night. Feel free to cover the exterior of the place with paint in this post, too. In fact, I encourage it. A preserve post will be going up to start the game officially is here! PLAY BALL!!
And if you're paintballing, please refer to the rules/sign up so you know what's up for destruction and what's not! (You can totes still add your business or things to the list, too.)]
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Nothing can stop the spaceman. Don't ask how he does it, but the party was in full swing now, the punch tampered with, and Prom Court announcements to be made! No one go anywhere!

[ Prom Court | Arrive + Mingle More | Spiked Punch + Pie | More Chaperones | More Dancing | More Shadowy Corners | OOC2 | Post1 ]

The Park [all day]

Monday, March 12th, 2012 10:41 am
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Anakin had been off-island all weekend and hadn't realized that people hadn't been themselves for Saturday and Sunday. Granted, it was Anakin and so even if he'd known, he wouldn't have cared.

He was in the park now with Juliet and a NPC cameraman who'd brought far too many props.

Congratulations, Ethics students! It's time to take creepy, creepy pictures with your droid babies. In matching outfits. Because it's not a family photo if you aren't wearing matching outfits!

[OOC: Completely handwaveable for Ethics students, but taking photos with babies is always a bit of a parental nightmare. Embrace the insanity if you choose!]
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It may have been cold out, but that just meant Freddie didn't have to worry about his CPU overheating. Having everything set up, he warmed his hands by rubbing them together.

"You seriously are going to be in Yakima next week?" Freddie said to Carly via the webfeed to Seattle.

"I have to, sorry," Carly said, not looking too happy about it. "Maybe Sam can... make a new cohost."

Freddie frowned slightly.

[ooc: OCD comin' up. Post is open! People are always welcome to join the show or what-have-you!]
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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!]
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Vincent didn't much like the looks of the black clouds hanging around, shortening up the horizon. It was just the sort of thing that in Eureka would mean Vincent's cafe was about to be broken in half or turned to gold or infested with ancient bugs or otherwise destroyed. He'd gotten a good couple of months in Fandom of not having to rebuild his cafe, and he had no desire to break the streak now, thank you very much.

Which would explain why he was standing outside his shop, glaring up at the clouds disapprovingly while holding a fresh minced fruit pie. Well, okay, it didn't explain the pie, but it explained the glaring at least, and the muttering under his breath. The pie, well, that was just a security thing. Like a little kid with a blanket.

[ooc: for thems what know.]
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Nothing could stop the weekly iCarly broadcast. Not rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor heatwave. Not even having a giant argument with your best friend. Certainly not entire chunks of the multiverse vanishing. As long as there was a Carly, a Freddie, and a Sam, there would be an iCarly.

"T-Bo?" Sam tried. She'd been at this for ages already.

"Okay, now you're just stringing random syllables together!" said Carly.

"But who runs the Groovy Smoothie?"

"What's a Groovy Smoothie?"

"Good gracious, woman!" Sam grabbed the sides of the feed laptop and shook it. "Not the Groovy Smoothie!"

[ooc: OCD for this very special broadcast of iCarly is up!]
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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]
[identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
The AV cart was all hooked up, props and green screens were in place, and iCarly was ready to go. They even had a wacky theme for the broadcast!

"I'm still in shock over that visit," Carly said via the feed from Seattle. "And Gibby won't stop Zaplooking for Hakota Dakota. What's up with that?"

"...It's Gibby. You're better off asking him," Freddie said.

"I would, but he's not even here today. He's on some sort of brotherly camping outing with Guppy," Carly said.

"Awww, how is the little guy?" Freddie asked.

"He's... Guppy," Carly said.

"How incredibly informative!" Freddie said.

[ooc: OCD is a-coming up! Open post, open broadcast, whoopee!]
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Hey, for once, Freddie didn't even have to set up a live feed to Seattle! It was amazing.

The problem came that Gibby had seemingly made friends with a duck from the duck pond.

"I think it should be on the show!" Gibby declared.

"It doesn't have talent," Carly said, very matter-of-factly. "And are we ignoring the fact that this entire place is crazy?"

"Guys, don't worry, we'll just--" Freddie started.

"Hey look, I've got a pumpkin on my head!" Spencer interrupted. He did, indeed, have a pumpkin balanced on top of his head. He was having trouble coping with the fact that everything seemed to command attention away from him.

"--Everybody just pretend we're in the studio," Freddie said. This was going to be a tough one.

[ooc: belated iCarly post is belated! We'll be on massive SP, so feel free to wander in whenever! OCD first though, please We are ready and open and roarin' to go!]
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The first week of classes for the semester was over, and Sam was feeling pumped, enough so that she dragged Freddie's rig out into the park for an outdoor iCarly broadcast. What? She totally emailed Freddie to let him know she was doing it.

Okay, so she remembered to do that a good five minutes after she dragged it out to the park. Still! She notified him!

[ooc: This isn't late, I swear! *looks shifty* As usual, guests are welcome to wander through. The more the merrier!]
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Sam was good this week -- she skipped going to the party before the broadcast. Which was not to say she was on time, just that she wasn't late because of going to a party on the beach.

She lead the way to a decent clearing in the park where they'd have room to move around, but close enough to the paths and street lights that Freddie wouldn't have trouble with the lighting. She remembered it from when she thought she was a gremlin, not that she was going to be bringing that up any time soon.

. . . Though if one looked closely, one might spot her teeth marks in the wood on the bench, nearby.

"Alright, Benson. Let's get this show on the road."

[ooc: OCD is up! Wanderers through don't actually have to stand in pudding or sit on cheetos, but it is a lot of fun.]
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Sam the Gremlin stalked through the bushes in the park, looking for something to bite or chase.

The ducks mostly seemed to be rolling their eyes at her.

[ooc: Yes, for Sam's first gremlin bite, she thinks she's a gremlin. This is what happens when you bite back! Open park is v. much open, yis.]
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As announced by the posters that had appeared around the dorms earlier in the week, there was a party on the beach this warm Friday evening. Or at least, there would be, once people arrived.

The setting was party-like enough, at least. Along with a lovingly modded Bod who'd been drafted in to carry stuff around, Kate had somehow managed to recruit Jeremy to her cause as well, and he'd graciously (because he was still feeling guilty over his doppelganger having made Bod feel bad) offered his financial help for the party. As a result, they had a couple of tables filled with an array of snacks and drinks (regular, Viking, and Egyptian), and the darkening evening was being lightened up by strings of colorful paper lanterns stretched between a few poles they'd brought to the beach for this specific purpose. There was no bonfire as of yet, but Kate wouldn't mind one if someone else wanted to make one their responsibility. She was intending to get a little too tipsy for that.

It was a party, that was what you did.

[ooc: OCD up, have at! All students are welcome and won't be discrimated against based on their floor of residence, promise.]

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