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raven-unhollow.livejournal.com

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

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

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

fjordicswagger

Tamsin had spent most of the past couple of days drinking and yelling at random Americans in the street.

She wasn't surprised by this recent bout of stupidity, but sometimes you had to vent.

... And apparently the island agreed, because she walked into the park that afternoon to find that, improbably, the sun was shining, warm and good and beautiful, down on the park. There was no rhyme or reason for it; everywhere else was cold as hell. But it was nice here.

And there was a large quantity of booze sitting under a tree.

She snagged a bottle, took a swig, turned towards the mainland, and yelled, at the top of her voice...

"SCREW YOU GUYS!"

[[ screw you guys party. open! ]]

bigdamnprincipal

To signify the start of Homecoming Weekend, the park had been transformed once more into a bright, noisy carnival for the students and staff, residents of the town and, most importantly, any alumni who'd decided to come back for a visit.

The weather was still a little unseasonably warm during the day, which was probably good news for everyone potentially getting wet, and there were plenty of opportunities for fun and personal enjoyment... whatever your definition of that term might be!

[OCD is up! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossings | OOC | The Second Post]

likethegun

So, the pony thing had been... interesting, and it had really hammered home how much Sam wanted to spend more time in Fandom, to keep an eye on Zoe and Grace and to help whenever things went haywire as they inevitably would again. He'd thought about going back and teaching another class, but it was weird to teach without Dean, so Sam had gone looking for work in town instead. His intention had just been to get a job, but after a few letters of correspondence back and forth, he now had the keys to the Magic Box and a surprising feeling of responsibility.

He spent most of the morning checking inventory, seeing how everything was organized, and bringing up Google on his phone to try to figure out what some of these herbs were even for. It was actually pretty nice to throw himself into something where he had a lot to learn.

bigdamnprincipal

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

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

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

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

needfully-yours.livejournal.com

The researchers had the message loud and clear from the telepaths: they would find what they were seeking on the Causeway, just past the corner of the parking lot. Over there, near an unusual-looking car, where it had been sitting unperturbed for nearly a month, now.

It was a sapling.

It was tiny, but twisted, and there was an air of malevolence about it. The ground underneath had a dark, unnatural color. The sapling was wrong, evil, even. It certainly shouldn't be here.

( Uprooting the Sapling and Confronting Gaunt )

(AND THAT'S IT! Preplayed by the fantabulous

psychic_wonder,

nobloodymessiah,

gavegoodface,

dauntless_four,

bitten_notshy, and

nuclear_snide. NFI, broadcast is a-okay, OOC is love! THIS IS THE END, expect a post-mortem post going up momentarily! IT'S OVER!)

stacyexperiment

Soooo the carnival was out this year, due to that whole murder carnival this summer. But it did bring the arrival of the Homecoming Fall Festival, which was open nice and early for everyone to get playing around and mingling. You might even be enticed to come in just by the dulcet sounds of the zombie band playing at the concert stage. Yeah, that was a thing that was happening.

There was plenty of new fall-themed stuff going on to see and explore, and who doesn't want to catch up with everyone who's come into town for the weekend? Come one, come all, and remember to stick around for the parade! Because this was a town full of stairs and that was gonna be interesting.

Oh and you were almost guaranteed to leave with glitter on your person but you knew this job was dangerous when you took it.

[Food | Tables | Pick a Pumpkin | Petting zoo | Music Stage | Corn maze | Hay bale obstacle course | Homecoming parade | OOC | Post II]

nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com

It had been made clear to Ron that there was a strange problem going about the island. This problem involved the sudden disappearance of many of the town's residents. Personally, he felt it was rather a matter of personal responsibility, but as the mayor he should make some effort to find them again.

And then advise them all to take some self-defense lessons. Because really now.

Anyway, he'd been scouting the woods for a while now. Rifle in hand, quiet, listening. Watching. So far? No hint of anything. Maybe they were all involved in a cult, like Communism.

...

There was a clearing. There was a very large clearing. Ron could not remember seeing this clearing on any maps. But it was there. And it was full of people-- in various stages of dress (and that dress varied from the weird to the bizarre)-- sprawled across the grass.

"Definitely a cult."

He cleared his throat and backed away. They could deal with... their own business.

[ this is your post-BDE wake-up post! injuries sustained during the BDE can be kept or discarded at your leisure. ]

6buckstohisname.livejournal.com

After spending yesterday engaged in some truly pitiful staring at the slip of paper with Sam's phone number, followed by some even more pitiful staring at his phone, followed by some Lifetime level lurking on a college campus, Dean was back at start. Not a single freakin' clue what to do next came to mind. You know, things were so much easier when you could solve life's problems with a machete.

Bloodier, but so much easier.

Dean pocketed his phone one last time, sitting back against the park bench. He tilted his head up slightly, eyes fixed on a random cloud. "You know, if this is supposed to be a reward, it blows."

Thus sayeth the Righteous Man.

[[Open park!]]

likethegun

The thing about Fandom was that every once in a while, Sam thought, the island could be really nice to people. He'd been thinking about coming back to visit, to see Zoe and Grace now that they weren't in ~~spaaaaace~~ the weird future anymore, but it wasn't until he'd arrived that he realized where that idea had probably come from, when he found his mom waiting for him. It had been a little awkward at first, partly because Dean was stuck on a hunt and Sam felt weird about being here without him, and partly because Mary had arrived looking a little younger than Sam remembered her.

Still, Sam couldn't complain. There had been plenty of phone calls to Dean, which Sam had done his best to not listen in on no matter how much the curiosity ate at him, and now he was getting ice cream for breakfast. He knew his mom would have to leave soon enough, but he'd worry about that when the time came.

[Open!]

cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com

A year ago, Zayne was on top of the world. An associate of the Skywalkers. Slowly buying up all of the independent land on the island for himself. But then he lost everything.

Everything... including his dignity.

The only things he managed to keep were his body and any clothes that were tight enough to let people know that yeah, he was willing to lease his body out for a reasonable price. He made his way over to the warehouse district, found a nice street corner, and tried to look classy, but not TOO classy and definitely for sale.

Business world, Zayne Carrick would be back inside of you just as soon as he had the money, just like... Actually, let's just leave it at that.

[OOC: Yes, I declare the warehouse district to be where SOW hookers go. TRY TO RESIST THE WHOREHOUSE DISTRICT PUN. YOU CANNOT.

Open to customers, fellow hookers, and maybe even police.]

whenshewasnice

Notices had gone out to all and sundry, inviting both those who still lived on the island as well as those who'd moved away to come back for a dance at the Fandom Town community center, in celebration of the 43rd (give or take a day) anniversary of the original moon landing, as well as the wonderful summer they were having.

Once people arrived, they'd find the community center's auditorium decorated according to the theme of the evening. Silver streamers hung all around, and a few papier mache moons had been fixed to the ceiling. The lights were dimmed, and there were flowers – most white, but some of them colored silver – on all the tables, bringing the faint scent of summer with them.

And naturally, there were big tables full of food, like at any large Fandom gathering. There was also a bar, though those underage would have to content themselves with sodas and virgin drinks. Maybe they could get over their sorrow over that on the dance floor, showing off their best Moonwalk.

Everything was ready for the people of Fandom to have a good time.

[ocd: Arrive | Food, Drinks & Mingling | Shadowy Corners | Ladies Room | Mens Room | Dancing | OOC | This event is open to everyone! Have fun!]

glacial_queen

After Dinah's last phone call, the last thing that Karla had felt like doing was going into work. But it was that or stay in her room all day and look at pictures, so several hours after her shift was supposed to have begun, Karla dragged herself into the store.

Only to be confronted by a stack of heavy cardboard boxes, taller than she was. The address on all of the boxes were for a store Karla'd never heard of, but the scrawled note on the inventory sheet said, Had enough trouble getting them over the causeway. They're staying!. Okaaaaay?

Inside the boxes were rows and rows of snow globes. These were definitely not for 'Dite's shop. Rather than anything naughty or even slightly risqué, they featured warm and friendly holiday decorations with such inspiring messages as The Holidays Are a Time for Friends and Family! and Remembering You Fondly This Holiday Season! After her morning--after her week--such cutesy messages of friendship and remembrance hurt.

Karla hadn't realized she was smashing one until it was hurtling through the air and slamming onto the floor of the shop, spraying glass and sparkles and fake snow everywhere. And? It felt good. She slammed another. And then another. And another and another and another still, flinging snow globes until her arm hurt.

This was kind of therapeutic.

Soon, there was a sign in the window: ANGRY AT THE WORLD? OR THE LACK OF IT? COME WORK THROUGH YOUR ISSUES WITH WANTON DESTRUCTION! 3 GLOBES FOR A DOLLAR.
[BEWARE OF BROKEN GLASS. DUH.]

sith_happened

Anakin came back from Connecticut with a new sense of purpose (and a deep hatred of the idiots who drove on I-95), several 2x4s, a hammer, and some paper.

A few minutes of banging later and Anakin had a giant bulletin board...thing.

In big bold letters he labeled one giant sheet of paper "CONFIRMED DISAPPEARANCES" and the other "RETURNING FANDOMITES."

He took a deep breath before scrawling information under the disappearances, then tacking up two dated photographs of the people in question on the blank area on the board he'd left for that purpose. For some reason it seemed vital that someone other than him remember what they looked like too.

He placed a piece of glass down over the sheets of paper (no use going to this much trouble if things would just get blown away or wet) and headed back to the trooper station to catch up on what he'd missed the last few days.

[OOC: And now we have an IC place to link to the information dropped characters and alumni are leaving in voicemails! Please hold for OCD.]

Current Mood: busy

likethegun

When Thom had woken up this morning, he'd gone straight to church, and even though he was disappointed that there wasn't a Mass, he'd still said his prayers, adding in an extra one for guidance in this strange place where he'd found himself. After that, he took a walk through the town with his sketchpad, and ended up in the coffeeshop. It was warm and dry, and the coffee smelled good, and there was a table open right by the window. He sat down with his cup and opened his sketchpad, staring out into the rain for inspiration. God must have had a reason for making it so wet, and the raindrops did look awfully pretty if you looked at them just right.

[Yes, Sam is finally Thomas Kinkade. Open Perk is open, of course!]

auntie-vida.livejournal.com

Vida had gotten an early start in the park to set things up for the Strawberry Social. It had been chilly and damp when she arrived, but a stern glare at the clouds had sent them fleeing, and the sun was shining over the park now, making for a bright and sunny day. There was danceable music playing and plenty of places to stretch out and enjoy the sun.

Several picnic tables were laid end to end, covered with red table cloths and adorned with edible arrangements. There were plates to load up with food, which was available in plenty, including just about every strawberry dish imaginable. Vida had also thoughtfully provided red flowers to tuck in the hair and red scarves for those who might be feeling red-deficient.

[~~Please stand by for OCD.~~ All systems go!]

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: She's A Lady - Patti La Belle

texted3times

There were two very unique personalities at the front of the classroom in the community center: one tall, blond and almost glowing (though never, he'd tell you, sparkling) with paleness, and the other was shorter, darker, and showing all of the signs of only having a casual (if any) acquaintance with personal hygiene. The taller one spoke first. "I am Eric Northman," he began, "and this is a class to teach you about learning the tricks of long-term personal finance. After all," he smiled, looking slightly fangy, "if you are planning to live forever, it just won't do to be poor throughout."

Jack nodded solemnly. "And since this is our first class together, please give us your names, how rich you are, where your money is located and if it is well protected--" he trailed off under Eric's withering stare. "Just those first two things," he amended, "and once we're done with that, I shall teach you to cheat at cards."

Eric didn't say anything about that part. Gambling was a viable way to make money as long as you cheated better than the other guy.

dontvotemeout

Even though it was daytime, the "dolphins in space" theme had been carried over to the brunch. The mural was nowhere to be found, but inside the tent that had been set up to give everyone a shady place to gather, there were silver and blue metallic streamers and balloons hung up, and each of the tables had a blue flower arrangement on it.

There were no fish to be found though, unless you counted what could be on the food table. Honestly, that might not really be fish either.

[OCD is up! Mingle | Buffet | Tables and Chairs | Rest of the Park | OOC]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Current Mood: excited

therewaslife

Mister and Miss Owens, late of a graveyard in England, were still enjoying the quaint little island their son had found himself on. They even welcomed the heat having been gone for so long that they'd almost forgotten what weather felt like.

It was a nice day. Mister and Miss Owens had taken up residence at a small table outside, foregoing any food in order just to sit and soak up the atmosphere. Bod hadn't arrived yet but he'd said he just needed a shower and he'd be there. There was time and Mister and Miss Owens were fine with waiting.

They were patient. They weren't talking with each other though Miss Owens had her hand over Misters Owens' own hand, loose and comfortable. Any other time, Mister Owens might act like he didn't want it there (even if he did) but he welcomed it now.

The day was nice. They weren't alive but they were closer than they had been in years. It was amazing.

[Bod's [going] to be here for his parents and the giiiiiiiirl but JGOB is an open place in time that can be used for other things!]

Current Mood: dorky

likethegun

When Sam had left New York, he'd told Peter that he was going back to Fandom to get more of his things, partly because he did plan on doing that, and partly because he liked the way Peter's face lit up at the idea of more of Sam's stuff being in his apartment. What he hadn't mentioned was the feeling he'd been having, drawing him back to Fandom. He wasn't sure how to explain it. He hadn't even been sure that it was real, to be honest. Either way, he was back in town, and getting some coffee was the first thing on his to do list. Maybe a muffin too, while he was at it.

[Open! I'm on SP until 1pm.]

scruffnfeathers

Castiel had actually slept through the entire day, yesterday, thus completely missing his weekly sermon. He'd love to say it was a mistake, but the reality was he'd been so terrified by the fact that one of his nostrils was clogged that he'd drunk three bottles of NyQuil.

Look, when you get sick for the first time ever after millennia of existence, you see how well you handle a small cold.

As if that wasn't bad enough, it seemed the island was once more out to get him. That was the only explanation he had for the pile of luggage labeled things like WEIGHT OF ENTIRE SPECIES, BETRAYED BROTHERS FOR ABSENT FATHER, and USED TO BE PART OF A MUCH BETTER CLUB on which he was currently sitting.

A fairly lumpy looking duffelbag appeared from nowhere at his feet, glaring white letters proclaiming MILLION YEAR OLD VIRGIN to the church at large, only to be immediately pounced on by five hyper active kittens.

Castiel blew his nose and sighed.

[ooc: OMG I'D FORGOTTEN THIS WAS TODAY! Open!]

scruffnfeathers

Castiel was still reeling a bit from talking to his brother that weekend. Gabriel had made some excellent points -- and observed that Dean hadn't, in fact, ended the world. Which, you know, was all good news, right?

Right. Except for the bit where Castiel really couldn't get back on his own just now and was now feeling rather inadequate as an angel and a protector of humanity. It didn't help that one of the unnamed kittens had stubbed her toe exploring. He couldn't even protect the kitten. He was a failure as a heavenly warrior.

Which all went to explain why he was kind of trashed for today's sermon.

"We're all going to die," he said solemnly. "Might as well enjoy yourselves 'til then."

[ooc: Yeah, I'm slightly too brain dead to think of a longer sermon, this week. OCD is up and ready to go.]

solo_sword

Jaina could name one time in her history that she'd been this happy to get back to work: right after Ebaq 9 when she'd been trapped on the moon for a week while they waited for extraction. That had taken longer than the nearly four days she'd spent in her room, but working at Caritas was admittedly more fun than strategy and running people through drills, so it balanced out.

So there was a Jaina behind the bar, looking extremely relieved to be here, and hoping people showed tonight. She didn't so much like being that deprived of contact with people these days. Yeah, it surprised her, too.

Current Mood: FREEEEEE

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck hadn't slept at all last night and found himself in desperate need for caffeine. The trouble with having no classes was that he had a hard time keeping track of what day it was and therefore completely forgot it was Wednesday. Which meant he completely forgot that today was when he usually visited Sam in the library. He'd remember eventually and feel like crap for it later.

The barista gave Chuck a look when he asked for a latte with room for liquor, but he didn't much care. He took a seat by the window and tried to zone out. It was almost like sleeping, right?

[Open, but he's not in a good mood]

trigons_child

Raven was at work, but very distracted. She was going over her old notes from Lady Ghanima's Destiny and Free Will class, trying to reassure herself that she wasn't necessarily going to become the Raven that the boy on the rooftop had said she would be.

Current Mood: worried

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Graduation was a fun time for everyone with all the guests, cake, and hugging happening around the island.

Well, everyone but Tino. He never seemed to get to leave.

Sad.

But there was a party at Caritas tonight and Clark decided he could go the extra mile to make the lounge look a little festive. Blue and gold paper streamers and balloons awaited any graduates, birthday boys, and friends who might stop in for a drink. Or a balloon animal - if he could figure out how to make something not a snake.

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

With the ceremony completed and the graduated officially done with their high school careers, a brunch had been planned to celebrate the occasion and allow graduates, their guests, and the other inhabitants of the island to enjoy some good food and good conversation outside. The weather was warm and the sky was clear.

Fraser had been busy helping set up since the early morning hours. Apparently, Dean Stinson had gone a little overboard with some of the food, particularly the cake. The huge sheet cake arrived via truck and, where Fraser thought he'd be able to carry it, ended up having to use a forklift to get it to the park. From there, it took several people to lift the cake onto a table of its own. It was that big. Fraser hoped everyone enjoyed and hoped everyone was prepared to take a lot of cake home.

There were also several other tables of food and drinks, ready to be enjoyed. There were tables and chairs situated around the park, covered by tents to keep it from becoming too warm.

And there was cake. Please don't forget the cake.

[Mingling | Food | Tables and Chairs | Edges of the Park | OOC | OCD is up! Post is open to EVERYONE! Have fun!]

Current Mood: busy

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

After getting settled at the hotel, Isabel made her way to the Perk. Finals were starting on Monday and she planned on getting some studying done while she waited for her coffee date.

Of course she'd probably get more studying done if she actually paid attention to her notes instead of watching who was coming and going in case it was someone she knew.

[OOC: Expecting one or two but absolutely open to all. I'm bored. Random bouts of SP through about 7:30 because of RLL]

Current Mood: cheerful

blondecanary.livejournal.com

The weather was great--- and no other random horses showed up on the way there for Dinah, at least. There was a grill for burgers and brats and some skewers of meat, a big cooler full of drinks, and a couple bags of chips. Plus a cake. Big cake.

Time to get ready for Karla's (mostly!) Sweet Sixteen Surprise Party.

[OCD up!]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

If Chuck had to guess, he would say that the island never turned him into a child because wee!Chuck had acted almost exactly like adult!Chuck, sans all the sex and booze. It just wouldn't be all that much of a difference if he had turned wee like everybody else, so the island decided to punish him for his lameness by making him babysit all weekend.

At least that was Chuck's guess.

That didn't mean he wasn't going to at least try to escape responsibility so as soon as he realized what was going on he headed to the Perk. One, he figured he'd need the caffeine. Two, he thought kids weren't supposed to have coffee and, therefore, should not be hanging out in there.

Such an optimist.

[You best believe it's open]

eternalstud.livejournal.com

Damon wasn't too happy about having to open up work early so people could set up for some party, but he was getting paid extra for it so he supposed he had no room to complain. Plus, it gave him an excuse to start pilfering booze early.

magdaofslovenia.livejournal.com

Now was the winter of their discontent... The last night of Richard III was starting very soon. Still no sign of their errant Director, but Tony seemed to have everything well in hand. Sophie had counted up receipts from Tuesday, and they were doing quite well. The students had certainly given it their all on Tuesday night.

And Geoffrey may have cast them, encouraged them, and directed them, but everyone in the theater tonight had their own reasons for wanting this last evening of the play to go well.

"Thirty minutes, everyone. Our Stage Manager says places in thirty."

[OCD ~~on its way~~ up!]

wantstodirect

It was time to put on makeup. It was time to dress up right. It was time to raise the curtain on the Mup- er, on Richard III tonight.

Tony'd put on a nice shirt to be Director Guy, but the sweat and dust from running around backstage kind of ruined the effect. How the heck did Geoffrey do this "live" stuff all the time? No wonder the guy was certifiable.

[OCD up!]

Current Music: The Muppet Show

magdaofslovenia.livejournal.com

Lights. Sets. Make-up. Places!

Dress Rehearsal of Richard was a go!

[OCD ~~on its way~~ up!]

famous-gut.livejournal.com

Gibbs wasn't much of a cook really, so breakfast today involved eating out and in particular a good cup of coffee.

Kelly's breakfast and beverage were easily ordered at the perk but trying to get just a regular plain cup of coffee didn't seem possible with the overly enthusiastic barista behind the counter.

He heaved a heavy sigh. It was going to be one of those mornings.

[Open for anyone needing a good dose of caffiene. SP if you wish to chat with Gibbs]

noearsyet.livejournal.com

As the night went on, an assortment of prom favours were replacing the masks on the table just inside the tent. Everyone was free to take a picture frame and disposable camera to record their own Prom memories. Also were shot glasses with the Fandom High gremlin on them. Such things happened when Dean Stinson was the Student Council advisor.

The punch was thoroughly spiked by now, but the dessert table had been refilled o soaking up all that alcohol was a definite possibility. The music would still be playing for a few hours for all to get in as much dancing and time to be with their friends as they wanted.

And in just a moment, Dean Stinson was going to announce the Prom Court.

[OOC: How much do we rock that LJ was down all day and we STILL needed a second post? SO MUCH. Again, Prom is open for SP and also getting LJ to load should not be such a rush. ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up and good to go!]

[Prom Court Announcement | Mingling | Punch and Dessert Tables | Chaperones | Shadowy Corners | Bathrooms | Dancing | OOC]

noearsyet.livejournal.com

Just on the other side of the Causeway, the weather was cool, but in Fandom, a beautiful, warm nearly-summer evening welcomed Fandom's seniors and juniors to their Prom.

A large tent open on one side had been erected in the center of the park. Garlands of small white lights entwined with greenery decorated the edges and roof of the tent, while two of the canvas sides were covered in large pictures of cherry blossoms and the middle had a wall-sized painting of a masquerade. Under the canopy were clusters of little chairs and tables along with the table of food and punch bowl.

Beyond the tent's open wall, a dance floor had been set up on the grass under the ~~conveniently~~ flowering trees. More fairy lights had been wound through the tree branches leaving the area softly lit in most areas. Torches were placed in a few clusters around the dance floor, making flickering areas of brighter light for people to congregate.

A photographer waited for his clients just beyond the dance floor with several backdrops of flowers or masquerades or, oddly, a lemur family to choose from.

The voting box for Prom King and Queen stood right at the entrance to the dance for those last-minute votes.

And, of course for Fandom's Masquerade, a table of elaborately decorated (or some more simple ones) waited for their new owners to simply slip them on and join the revelry.

[OOC: Weather modded with permission. The Prom is open to juniors, seniors, and their dates and definitely open to slowplay. Another post will be going up later this evening set for 10pm-midnight. Prom voting is open until 4pm EDST ~~Please to be waiting for the~~ OCD IS UP! (No thanks to LJ)]

[Arrive and Mingle | Photographer | Food Tables and Punch | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Ladies Room | Men's Room | Dancing | OOC]

wantstodirect

Tony had a pounding headache but he still picked up a batch of muffins (no brownies, thanks) from J, GoB and made a pot of coffee. He just hoped rehearsal went smoothly so he could go home and crash early.

"Okay, guys, we're hitting Act Four today. I know things have been a little rough, lately, so if there's any other scenes you want to work on as well, we can go through them after we do Act Four." Tony took a long sip of coffee and flopped down in a seat in the front row. Which promptly fell over. And knocked the one next to it down. And the one next to that. Tony scrambled out of the seat pile with only a few bruises and most of his coffee intact. Today he was going to count that as a win.

[Imps have removed the bolts fastening some of the theatre seats to the floor, so watch where you sit. Or don't!]

Current Mood: blah

solo_sword

Jaina was not quite herself today, so she would not be opening up the bar. On Monday she was going to have withdrawals from having gone this long without showing up to work.

Tino, however, was completely himself today, and he was looking oh so pleased about having to be here on a day everyone had gone insane again.

...Maybe he'd get a hookup from someone who didn't know any better. That made him feel better.

[Mod Tino for all your drunken-AU-hookups-that-you'll-regret-on-Monday needs!]

likethegun

During the night, Fandom had been covered in a blanket of fresh snow that was just thick enough to turn everything crisp and white. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[OCD IS UP! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC | First Post]

likethegun

During the night, Fandom had been covered in a blanket of fresh snow that was just thick enough to turn everything crisp and white. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[OCD IS UP! Concessions | Tables and Chairs | Make Snowpeople | Snowball Fight | OOC | Second Post]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Geoffrey was a little late opening the theatre, mostly because he was trying to, er, repair? Clean? Fix up? the theatre.

The gremlins had done quite a job. Geoffrey was only lucky that the lighting hadn't gotten damaged (mostly because he'd used it to fight the little bastards off). He was actually up in the flies as most of the cast made their way in.

"Sorry!" he said, "just... yeah, I know the place looks like a hurricane went through it, but let's see if we can get this show going..."

Pause.

"Also, apologies for the Portuguese last weekend. I don't exactly know what came over me."

[ocd up!]

likethegun

This weekend hadn't exactly been a good one for Sam. To start with, it had been exactly two months since Peter had died, and between that and the fact that Sam's trail on Sylar was starting to go cold, he was already twitchy when the weird messages in his voicemail started happening again. He'd thought that working with Andy might cheer him up a little, but messing with their abilities (and seeing exactly how much better Andy was at this stuff than him, although he was trying hard not to acknowledge that) just led to Sam thinking about how maybe if he'd picked up more abilities sooner, Peter would have trusted him enough to have let him be there in New York, and eventually Sam's thoughts turned so sour that he had to go outside and get some fresh air.

As cold as it was, "fresh air" turned into "coffee" and Sam headed over to the Perk. It didn't matter that it was a little late for caffeine. It wasn't like he'd be sleeping properly tonight anyway.

[Open!]

imonscholarship.livejournal.com

Dan practically had a coffee radar built inside him so it didn't take him long to find the nearest coffee place on the island. The place made him a little homesick for Vanessa's cafe but he figured that coffee was coffee and as long as it had caffeine in it then it was the drink for him.

He bought the biggest cup of black coffee he could afford and sat down by the window. He had brought a notebook with him just in case the urge to write struck him but at the moment he was content enough to look out the window.

[Oooopen]

Current Music: Orson - Broken Watch

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean had spent a fairly quiet Christmas with his family, glad as always to be back in Fandom for a visit. There was still a part of him that kind of boggled that the Winchesters were now having fairly normal holiday celebrations, the occasional Fandom weirdness aside, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. (Which had become disturbingly literal the morning before when he was helping to put together Gracie's new rocking horse.)

Anyhow, the day had went amazingly well, but now it was the day after Christmas and Dean felt the need to check up on his little brother, so he dragged Sammy away from the house and to the Perk for some coffee and friendly brotherly probing. (Not dirty, no matter what Castiel's online friends thought!)

He ordered their drinks -- some weirdly named concotion for Sammy that had taken longer to order than it had taken to pour Dean's own black coffee, then took them over to the table where Sammy was already waiting for him.

"So," he began as he sat down, shoving Sammy's drink across the table to him, "anything new I should know about?"

[open for all your coffeehouse visiting or Winchester bothering needs :)]

likethegun

Sam had been trying not to focus on the date, but his laptop, not caring about his feelings, had oh-so-helpfully reminded him that today was Peter's birthday. Looking for Sylar was a little too hard when all he could think about was how happy he and Peter had been a year ago, and since Caritas wasn't open yet, Sam had little choice but to drown his sorrows in coffee instead. He sat down with his drink and pulled out his phone, debating whether or not to call Claire, or maybe Dean. He didn't want to bring Claire down though, and he didn't want to worry Dean when he was already heading to town, so instead, he left yet another message for Chuck. It was a short distraction, but one he definitely needed.

[Open for all your coffee needs, of course!]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

So far, so good. Nothing had exploded, no one was a beaver, and there was not a single ice rink to be seen. Maple syrup was absent, was any other unfortunate substance. No one tasted like anything specific--

This might in fact be a production without something going wrong, though Geoffrey wouldn't even quite think the thought for fear of jinxing it.

...little did he know, of course.

[ocd up!]

scruffnfeathers

"There are those that believe," Castiel started without preamble, "that to do harm to any other living, sentient creature is a sin. And to a certain extent, they may be right. To do harm with malicious intent, for no purpose other than the act of doing harm itself, is an act of evil. However, to do harm for the purposes of continuing one's own survival, such as in matters of self-defense or in procuring food, is not.

"Nor is stepping on or accidentally inhaling bugs. In case you were wondering.

"Doing harm to those creatures who are not normally sentient and animated in order to provide sanctuary or safety for others is also not a sin. Doing harm to those creatures who are not normally sentient and animated and are doing harm to others for one's own entertainment is . . . less of a black and white issue, but I rather think that one may be forgiven for enjoying the act of clearing the way for others to pass in safety." Yeah, he was pretty clearly talking about the vegetables, here. It's possible he had a little too much fun smiting them on Tuesday. "Doing harm to others for your mutual entertainment is . . ." Castiel frowned. "Well, to be honest, I'm not certain, but it may fall under that whole 'God doesn't care what you do with your reproductive systems' thing."

Just in case you were wondering.

[ooc: OCD is up. May be bouts of slowplay today, depending on how busy things get at work.]

scruffnfeathers

Something was decidedly odd about Castiel, today. More so than usual, in fact. For one thing, instead of standing stock still at the front of the church throughout the entire service, he instead seemed to be swaying slightly and nodding his head, as though to some unheard music. His tie had come off at some point, and more buttons on his shirt were open than was usual. His trench coat was missing. And perhaps most disturbing of all, he was smiling.

If it weren't for the fact that he was standing behind the pulpit, someone might notice that this was probably due to the fact that he had a gremlin on his leg, gnawing cheerfully away. The gremlin's venom, it seemed, was affecting Castiel much in the way that certain drugs were known to affect people.

In other words, he was higher than a freaking kite.

He seemed to start his sermon in the middle.

"So, in this way, we're each a fragment of total perception. Just -- just one compartment. In that dragonfly eye of group mind. Now, the key to this total -- total -- shared perception. It can be . . . surprisingly physical."

Someone should possibly stop him.

[ooc: OCD is ~~coming~~ up. And yes, I'm totally riffing gremlin-bit!Cass from 5x04 - The End. I love this canon. For serious.]

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