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The strange spell lifted as the sun came down, and left dozens of gremlins looking confused and bewildered all over the island. They skittered home quickly to tell tales of their terrible, no-good-day. Soon, a decision was made, and lo and behold, just an hour after sundown, signs started to appear everywhere reading SORY and WE MAKE IT UP TO U, pointing helpfully towards a clearing in the wooded area.

You wouldn't be able to miss it. For one, there was loud singing and drums that were audible from quite far away, and for two, there were very large torches sticking out everywhere, casting a glow across the woods.

There were many gremlins strewn across the clearing, and they all looked Very Apologetic. And if the gremlins themselves didn't look apologetic enough, well, there were also tables with enormous amounts of food. That was how Fandom worked, yes?

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! gremlins party hard! ]]

not-the-irs.livejournal.com

Now firmly under the control of Mr. White, the Auditors were becoming a little... more coordinated. They had found some of their powers failing that morning, which was terrifying, but then Mr. White had given them that look and they had given in to their bodies' apprehensiveness and scurried off.

Now...

"We must learn more," Mr. White crowed loudly. "Most of the humans are in there." He pointed at the school. "That is a fact."

The hundreds of Auditors gathered in front of him nodded meekly.

"So we must study it from the inside," he continued, "This is also a fact."

Another unanimous nodding session.

"Those inhabiting the town are also of interest," he added, "Which is also a fact."

More nodding.

"They have proven hostile so far. Also a fact. That means we can only conclude one thing."

He held up the axe. A good chunk of the Auditors held up their own weapons, mostly because they didn't want to be singled out for another experiment.

"CHARGE!" Mr. White yelled.

The throat protested. Interesting.

Seven hundred Auditors charged through the streets of Fandom.

[[ ocd up! Have at! Note that after this, all of Fandom besides the school and dorms is gone, so be sure to read the OCD. Also, if you need an excuse to get your character out of the affected areas, the Auditors are everywhere and they're going to be very hard to miss. ]]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

There were bad things, non-human bad things, at work on the island. Dire straits and danger and all of that. These were the sort of circumstances that might concern people like Samuel Anders and Jaina Solo, but then that gremlin had intervened. Or bitten, as the case may be.

With Tino gone, there was no one to stop them from raiding Caritas for all the booze they could carry. And pint glasses. And mixers.

Because yes, there were bad things at work on the island, but that was just a day in the life for Frank and Sadie Doyle: high-society headliners, alcohol aficionados and, oh yes, psychic detectives.

Provided they had enough booze.

Which they did.

Frank raised his martini (yes, it was in a pint glass) in the air and boisterously demanded, "Who cares what evil lurks in the hearts of men?"

[OOC: Yeah, Anders and Jaina think they're Frank and Sadie Doyle from the Thrilling Adventure Hour's "Beyond Belief" segment. Don't think we haven't been wanting to do something like this forever now.]

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!]

It was possible cupcakes weren’t going to help the situation at all. But Stark wanted some and thought it entirely likely that others on the island would appreciate something as well. And the radio had mentioned something about weaponizing pastries, hadn’t it? He wasn’t entirely sure what that was about, but some cupcakes weren’t going to hurt. Unless he vanished. That might hurt. Although the radio had also mentioned something about crazy being a good defense, and he was sure that he could manage something in that area. That was why he had braved the rather deserted (and somewhat diminished) streets of Fandom this morning.

Unfortunately, when he arrived at JGOB it was even more deserted than the streets had been. No Jeff. No employees. No customers. And, since the shop had been empty since yesterday afternoon, no cupcakes (the last of those had ended up on the sidewalk out front yesterday). Only a handful of day-old and likely somewhat stale other pastries.

"Hello?" Stark asked as he nervously walked around the shop hoping for signs of life. There were none. It seemed abandoned. This wasn’t good.

Suppressing an urge to flail (at least momentarily), Stark started cleaning up. It seemed like the thing to do. Maybe the employees were just late. Or were hiding out from whatever it was outside that had blanketed the island. There was no reason to assume that they’d vanished. Just because that was the most likely explanation didn’t mean it was the correct one. And if they showed up, then cleaning up would only help them since they were already late.

He didn’t really expect them to show up. Not really. He kept glancing up hopefully at the door while he worked though, just in case. When things were clean and still the shop remained empty except for the solitary Banik, then the panic started setting in. At least it was mild. So far. Mostly it just led to loud and nervous humming. And arm motions most accurately described as flailing. And pacing. He ended up, eventually, in front of the ovens.

"I could bake!" he said to the empty pastry shop. "I think. There’s no one to mind. And someone might want some cupcakes." There was bound to be at least one other person on the island in search of pastries today, wasn’t there? "What do I need? They have everything here. I think. They must. Need chocolate. It has to be chocolate. There should always be chocolate. Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate..." Baking would happen, eventually, if he could get the flailing and the urge to completely freak out under control.

[Expecting one but totally open for others as well. I am sadly AFK while covered with teacup humans, but I will be available briefly between 1-2 EST and after 5.]

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 ]]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

In keeping with this year’s Homecoming theme, the carnival was decorated in all shades of blue, teal, turquoise and green. There were fish bowls on each table, under the sea murals painted on the sides of booths and fountains dotting the perimeter of the park.

The carnival was in full swing. The smells of carnival foods were wafting throughout town and the sounds of rides and different games could be heard from all corners. It was Homecoming weekend and the student council hopes you have a great time!

[OCD is up! Post II | Concessions | Tables and Chairs | Ferris Wheel | Carousel | Swings | Funhouse | Tunnel of Love | Bumper Cars | Tilt A Whirl | House of Mirrors | Afterburner | Reverse Bungee | Zipper | Beanbag Toss | Whack A Gremlin | Strength Test | Target Practice | Duck Pond | Sand Sculpture | Joust | Mud Pit | OOC]

Current Mood: excited

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders didn't actually spend all week on the island, but after losing an entire week to being stuck in Special Collections he felt like making up for some of the time. Maybe lounging at the Perk with a triple blended mocha and whipped cream wasn't the optimal use of his time, but sometimes you just couldn't turn down the lure of caffeine and chocolate.

And a muffin.

Feet hooked into the rungs of his chair, he was lounging, drumming the fingers of one hand idly on the tabletop as he hummed softly to himself.

The tune could be familiar, yeah.

[OOC: Open like a coffeeshop. Mmm, caffeine.]

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Town Hall was all decked out in harvest theme with this being so close to Halloween and all. Pumpkins and squash and random corn! The corn, people! Think of the corn! But please, for the love of all that is holy, don't allow your children near it. Especially not the creepy gingers.

There was plenty of food and punch--not yet spiked--set to the side of the spacious room. Which left plenty of space for the general mulling about that kids were so fond of these days. Or dancing. And even the occasional dark bits in which to lurk. Have a fun homecoming, kiiiiids and remember to vote!

[[ Quick Links for when they're needed: Arrive and Mingle | Pictures | Foodnomnom | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corner | Chaperones | OOC ]]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker had stayed away from the dance last night. So she was staying away from the brunch, too. Antisocial? Sue her.

She left a couple text messages for friends to let them know where she was, and settled in with a cocoa.

[ooc: expecting a few, but open to talk to Parker, and for all your coffee needs.]

Tyler paced the gym barefoot as the fighters assembled. "Graduates," he began. "Students. Teachers. People who work in town. Miscellaneous others. Welcome to fight club."

"We're glad to have you here," Ghanima continued smoothly. "But if you're here, you fight. If, for some reason you cannot fight, we ask you stay towards the back. This isn't a place for voyeurism. If you want a show, go find a television."

"Ghanima, you speak my language," Tyler informed her., before turning back to the group. "Two people to a fight, fights end when someone goes limp or says stop. We are not trying to kill each other here; we're trying to train. We're trying to improve. Got questions, ask one of us." He looked at his cohort. "Anything else?"

"Rules are on the door," she said crisply, "but we're happy to answer any inquires you may have."

"Now go hit the mats or go home."

[OOC: Preplayed with

atreideslioness. Up early for SP; guests welcome.]

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

The part of Jolee Bindo will now be played by Don Cheadle.

Jolee - wearing his trademark suit and a smile that made him look 20 years younger - was still complaining. "Dammit, Tino. I don't have time to open my own booze to feed my horrible addiction. Help me out, man! I'm old!" His hair and relative lack of wrinkles disagreed with that statement.

Suddenly Jolee stopped and his British personality, Molee, took over. "Oh, I am sorry, old chap. It's my advanced age, you see. It makes my mate Jolee a tad grumpy. If you would be so kind, please do not serve him any more liquor. He has a horrible addiction and it shouldn't be fed."

Tino didn't pay any attention to any of this. He was too busy waxing his weaselly mustache.

[OOC: Open. Who knows which personality you might get if you don't choose to mod Tino?

Sorry about the delay with pings. My phone rang and then a friend expected me to hold a conversation. How rude of him.]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders's last shift, and he was feeling a little bit -- okay, a lot wibbly and sentimental about the whole thing as he came in tonight. He thought he'd even miss Tino's olive-throwing.

And then a hail of olives came flying at him, thereby proving that Tino had actually gone ahead and figured out how to construct an olive trebuchet . . . and he wasn't so sure about missing that bit any more.

At least he had the consolation of making Tino clean up the mess.

[OOC: Up a bit early since I'm hitting the road home now! Will pick up tags from rest stops and such, and SP into tomorrow as needed -- yay for last-minute unplanned trips?]

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

All things considered, Robin was still a little sore from the weekend. The downside was that she couldn't drink (or, well, she really shouldn't because she'd get Disapproving Looks.) The bright side was that she was on painkillers still, so she really didn't care.

[things are going to be kind of slow for me for a few hours -- we're interviewing new roommates. mod Tino for speedy service!]

Current Mood: relaxed

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah was once again at the store.

She had spent the early morning after coming back from the beach cleaning and rearranging the entire store, and now she was sitting behind the counter with an extra large coffee and a notebook. She might have been making a list of things from Benecio... or writing notes about the Cabals.

Who knows with Savannah?

Nast's is open.

bigdamnprincipal

As soon as Zoe heard Hades' announcement, she headed to Town Hall.

Actually, the first thing she did was let out a string of profanity that would have made Mal blush, and if Grace picked any of it up later, she would only have herself to blame. Then she took Grace, promising John they'd be safe, and headed to Town Hall. She ~~handwavily~~ contacted the others in charge on the way, and started working on a plan for how to take care of Hades. At the moment, the plan involved a lot of violence on her part.

[Please obey the OCD!]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders was pretty distracted by the, er, natural light show over on Bali Hai, so if he came in tonight and didn't notice anything amiss about the occupants of the Caritas stage right away he had a tenuous excuse.

It wasn't until he started straightening out tables and chairs near the stage that he did realize something was up.

"Okay," he said, glancing at the BANDages. "I know falling apart is sort of a way of life for you but was it really that bad that you guys had to use up probably every ACE bandage on the island?" Beat. Several beats, actually, and a muffled snort of derision from Tino, before Anders noticed the zombie band. If looks could kill, ~~both bands would be casting Full-Life on each other with their gross necrotic eyes~~ they just might end up bringing each other back to life with those glares across the stage.

"Ooooh, scrimmage," Anders said hopefully, and proceeded to camp out behind the bar with a bag of popcorn to see if there would actually be a band throwdown on the stage.

. . . he'd just make Tino clean up the mess afterward, because gross.

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders might have been favoring his left shoulder to a noticeable degree tonight, but he was in an almost disgustingly cheery mood despite that.

Okay, so partly it was to keep Tino from throwing olives at the bandage that was clearly visible, poking out from beneath his tank top, but he was one cheerful bartender tonight nonetheless.

needsaparrot

Today there were bricks. Bricks and bricks and bricks. There was also a Xander standing next to them, and a dirt-trail already laid out for paving.

"No power tools or heavy machinery, what'm I gonna safety-lecture about?" he asked, scratching his head. Then he snorted. "Oh wait, this is Fandom, and I've met you people. Don't throw them, don't eat them, don't trade them to anybody for magic beans..."

There was more. It went on for a while. At one point he paused to feed a Twinkie to the small blue deer that nudged gently at his knee. That kind of while.

[OOC: is up! Grad project, but open to anybody who wants to help beautify the park.]

Current Mood: hopeful

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders had moved all his stuff back from to the dorms in close to record time, which might have had something to do with the fact that he hadn't really bothered to unpack most of what he'd brought with him in the first place. So yay for that.

Now he was comfortably ensconced behind the bar, hunched over his laptop and looking fiercely concentrated on something.

Was it his fantasy baseball team?

No. It was that damned Facebook Bowling Buddies game again. He was totally bound and determined to master it on the trackpad.

It wasn't going very well, if you judged by Tino's snickering.

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders ~~was not distracted by softball and then grocery runs~~ was totally on time opening up Caritas tonight; his attention span after that, however, was severely compromised given that the first thing he did after he opened was plug in his laptop behind the bar and proceed to play a whole bunch of Bowling Buddies on Facebook.

Stupid thing was hard with a trackpad.

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Cheerful, windblown, and a little bit tanned from a day of beachgoing on Santorini, Anders made his way back to Fandom just in time to open Caritas.

And got an olive to the head as soon as he got there.

"Aw. You're really gonna miss me when I'm gone, aren't you, Tino?" he asked, and ducked the subsequent olive. "I'm gonna take that as a yes."

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Days like today, when he'd spent an hour or so moving his stuff down to the cabins, Anders was really glad he had that Glider; it wasn't quite as convenient as having a boyfriend on hand to shimmer stuff down, but still easier than walking. Of course, he'd then spent all the time he'd saved packing things up to ship out to Neptune, so he hadn't earned high marks for efficiency.

Well, maybe.

Maybe the Greek air was getting to him in some way or other, because he was leaning against the bar, staring into space and humming tunelessly to himself; he never even noticed that the olives Tino occasionally flicked against his head were kalamatas instead of the usual cocktail olives. Shame about that; he really liked kalamatas.

[OOC: Modding Tino's your best bet tonight, since I'm taking my mom out for dinner shortly and won't be around much until later.]

idontlooktired.livejournal.com

It was the Grads' Brunch in the park today, as the brightly coloured banner -- CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2008! -- indicated.

There were lots of tables and chairs set up in the park, under sails for shade, and long tables groaning under the weight of the food and drink. Not just traditional ~~moddable~~ brunch foods, but a wide selection of ~~also moddable~~ greek dishes and delicacies.

Coffees, teas, punch, juices and softdrink were only some of the ~~also also moddable are you sensing a theme here?~~ wide range of drinks.

Music played quietly in the background, the speakers hanging from the trees, and bocce ball and croquet had been set up. There was even space for dancing, a hard floor having been laid over the grass between the trees.

It may be the Grads' Brunch, but everyone was welcome! Come and congratulate the class of 2008!

[ooc: What it says up there! This is a picnic to celebrate the 2008 graduates and their guests, but it's open to all of Fandom.

Plz wait for OCD

OCD? We has it.]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders was just a little bit wibbly as he opened up tonight -- this was his first shift as a graduate, and no, none of that had sunk in yet.

His mortarboard had been beyond hope by the time the fight had ended yesterday, but he'd saved the tassel -- which was hanging over his left ear.

"One olive goes anywhere near that side of my head," he told Tino, "and I'm gonna start throwing cantaloupes."

[OOC: I am around, but slowish tonight owing to a Surprise Attack of Visiting Relatives. x.x]

laceycantlie.livejournal.com

See, had Lacey been back home in Canada and faced with a sudden influx of kids in town, she would have ordered in a bunch of Kinder Surprise, but apparently there was a whole issue with tiny toys in candy in the United States.

Not that this sort of thing, the child invasion, happened in Dog River, or in Toronto for that matter. Probably a good thing, although she couldn't help wishing Davis got subjected to a sudden horde of small children.

What? It would be funny.

She did, however, have a stack of construction paper and boxes of crayons at the counter today; she hadn't had enough advance notice to order coloring placemats.

Lacey just really hoped nobody came in with balloons. She was terrified of balloons.

Today's Specials
Funny-Shaped Pancakes
Mini-Cheeseburgers (3)
Animal Crackers

Free dessert for kids who draw a cartoon for the board!

Luke's is open, though balloon free . . . at least for the moment.

[OOC: I'd just like to blame

bridge_carson for my own unfulfilled addiction to Kinder Surprise.]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders so felt weird coming to work tonight with two little girls hanging onto him, but he kind of had to. Luckily, Tino had put a couple of New Kids on the Block beach towels up over the liquor.

"Nostalgia at work there, Tino, or you just looking forward to the reunion tour?" he asked.

Artemis tugged at Anders's shirt. "Those look just like the ones you keep in the back of the linen closet at home, Daddy."

"Uh huh," Pandora chimed in. "You have Hanson ones in the study at home, too."

". . . we don't talk about that in public, girls."

And maybe that was why he threw himself so wholeheartedly into setting up the lounge for playtime before he opened the bar.

neurotic-witch.livejournal.com

It wasn't necessarily the way that Chris would have chosen to spend the first weekend he and Summer were officially together, but it was definitely good anyway.

After feeding the kids and spending some time hanging around the dorms, Chris and Summer decided that a picnic in the park would be a great idea for dinner. The kids could run around and burn off some energy and maybe they'd run into some other people.

They made a ~~handwavy~~ stop for groceries and spread a blanket in the grass.

"They are way too cute," Chris said to Summer.

[open to all!]

not_in_the_book

It was later in the evening; the dance went on.

[OCD is up!]

not_in_the_book

Not far from where the Skeleton Tea had been held earlier in the day, there was a tent that had been erected, with thiny, gauzy material and bone-like poles. ~~Not dirty.~~ The lights were soft as the evening grew darker, casting a welcoming, yet vaguely spooky illumination on the proceedings.

The proceedings of PROM.

One side of the tent was open, backing against a grove of trees; there were a few lights among them, but for the most part they offered shadowy nooks for anyone who wished to be a bit apart from the main action. The rest of the tent was enclosed, save for the entrance, and the same skeletons who'd worked the Tea earlier were at the refreshments table, ready and willing to serve any students or chaperones who approached. At one end of the table was the ballot box for prom court voting.

The music was just getting started, and the dance floor was yet to fill up, but regardless, Fandom High Prom 2008 was underway!

[~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! Have fun, everyone!]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

At least jet lag wasn't an issue this week, and Anders did make it back from New York in plenty of time for his shift tonight. He was a little pensive, but in a good enough mood -- well, except for the Dodgers getting swept by Atlanta -- as he set up behind the bar.

And he didn't even get any olives to the head.

Yet.

[OOC: ~~Will be AFK for the next couple of hours as my capacious trunkspace is being exploited for a trip to Costco but around to pick up pings after that; for speedy service, mod the olive-thrower.~~ Oh hey, and I'm back, luckily with little more than a case of Gatorade and some mandarin oranges. And a lot of soap.]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders didn't show up in time for his shift tonight, which of course left Tino to cover the bar and plot horrible, evil revenge possibly involving miniature olive-firing trebuchets.

Anders would show up toward the end of his shift, though, and promptly curl up behind the bar, cuddling a bottle of scotch like a teddy bear. Hey, a two-hour portal layover spent precariously perched on a tiny stone ledge hanging off the side of a sea cliff somewhere in Fiji, besides being an instant qualifier for the title of Worst Layover Ever, was plenty of reason to want to drink, okay?

But until then, it was just Tino, and vivid plans of revenge.

[OOC: And should you be on the premises late in the evening, by all means, poke the bartender. Not dirty.]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders was pacing back and forth behind the bar tonight -- if you asked Tino, it was just to make his life more difficult because moving targets were harder to hit with thrown olives and he really didn't want to have to clean up behind the bottles on the shelves. Anders didn't care if Tino thought that, though; he was really just worried about what was going on with his friends.

Wasn't going to stop him from doing his job, though. Besides, he figured if everything got taken care of before closing time, maybe people could use a drink or two in the aftermath. All part of being Moral Support Guy.

Besides, the zombies had gotten the bizarre notion to try and recreate famous silent film scenes on stage in the downtime. It was a serious trainwreck of fascinating.

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders hurried in to work a few minutes late after the minor invasion of child-sized friends and roommates in his room, and was almost grateful to be there . . . except that he proceeded to lose himself in paperwork and applications again as soon as he got behind the bar.

Even Tino gave up on throwing olives at his head after a little while, because seeing Anders that focused on something school-related? Freaky.

Anders, at least, remembered to make sure there were plenty of milk and cookies on hand.

[OOC: So, so sorry to do this to you guys on weetiny weekend, but it's gonna be a mod Tino night because I have things to do and just don't have the attention span tonight. *flails*]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Ah, a weekend away -- it almost made getting back to the island on Sunday a drag, but when Anders got to work and found the reminder note behind the bar he ended up being too busy to mope about that. "Birthday party here? Tonight?!? Tino!!!"

Once he figured out that it wasn't a prank, he scurried around cleaning up, arranging chairs and tables, and yelling at Tino to help with varying degrees of success. (He tried to get the zombies in on the act too, but that kind of fell apart.)

By some miraculous occurrence, he -- okay, they -- managed to get everything set up and ready for the party in time. He didn't know who this Dōjima girl was, but he hoped it would turn out okay.

[OOC: Up early by request so y'all can get your party on, but the bartender's ~~gonna be a bit MIA for a couple of hours~~ totally around now, and has been. Er, oops. OCD is up, party on!]

fh-fillers.livejournal.com

Spotters went out early in the morning, to pin down the location of the angels -- and keep them pinned down.

As the sun crept higher, the relay teams were sent out, each taking a place along their route.

[ooc:

Please wait for

OCD is up; see the OOC note for how this will work. ETA: fhchat is available for questions and coordination if you want to hop on in!]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

First thing Anders did when he got to work tonight was stake out a bottle of booze all for himself.

Well, no, okay, that was the third thing. The first thing was to duck the olive Tino chucked at him. "I'm gonna assume that one was more of a 'I'm glad you're still alive and not statue-disappeared' shot, but just this once, okay?" he said as he did the second thing, which was to put up a sign on the bar:

Free Booze for People Who Got Back and Blinkers and Rescue Mission-y People!

Jolee might kill him for this, but he figured they deserved it.

And then -- and then he staked out a bottle of ambrosia all for himself.

[OOC: I'm around, but mod Tino for speedy service if you just want to indulge in some post-BDE therapy. Also, pretend all three categories were on the sign the whole time.]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Hey, it'd been one of those weeks. Which was why Anders had staked out a bottle all to himself and had set up behind the bar, working on building his very own pyramid of used shot glasses.

Next week had to be better, right?

Of course it did.

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

A week in California, and Anders wasn't any more tanned than he had been when he'd left. Still, he looked more relaxed than he had been before he left, if not particularly eager to be back.

He was even nice to Tino . . . well, okay, not necessarily nice, but he didn't greet him with any kind of putdown.

That might buy him an hour before he got an olive thrown at his head tonight.

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders, as soon as he'd taped up the zombies, gotten everything ready, and opened Caritas for the night, was nibbling on sponge cake behind the bar.

He kind of felt like he was missing something. Though he didn't manage to pinpoint that something as "watching the sun bake all of those tourists covered with oil."

Oh well.

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

The staycation from Friday night had been such a success that Anders decided he was going to do it again at work tonight.

"Dear Tino," he announced as he walked behind the bar and set up his lounge chair. "Greetings from the British Virgin Islands! I hope Caritas is okay today. Sorry to leave you to take care of things. Wish you were here! Wait, no. No I don't. From, Anders."

Tino, of course, threw an olive at his head.

"Dear Tino," Anders replied, "Stop sending seagulls to drop olives on me. No souvenir for you. From, Anders."

[OOC: Up way early because I'm gonna be out for very large chunks of the day -- Tino-modding's going to be your best bet. Apologies.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

There were pool tables, there were lanes for bowling, there were ~~fully moddable~~ snacks and drinks, and there was a birthday cake.

All that was needed was a birthday boy. And he was going to be there soon.

Isabel was just a little excited.

[For Wyatt's party, but otherwise open for all your bowling and pool playing needs.]

Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Tweeter & the Monkey Man - The Traveling Wilburys

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Another weekend, another bout of weirdness Anders had missed out on completely. Pity his weekends seemed to start out in this state of blissful unawareness that inevitably ended up completely dashed on Sunday nights, didn't it?

That was why Tino had taken to stashing a separate bottle of booze beneath the bar on Sunday nights. Just in case.

Not because he was being nice to Anders -- just because he wanted to be able to mock Anders for having to resort to it, see.

[[OOC ETA: Guys, a million apologies, but I'm crashing fairly soon and am too tired to keep up any more. Will try and pick up pings in the morning, or just assume Anders got distracted with other WTFery because it is INSANITY in the bar.]]

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Anders had completely and utterly missed out on any PMS-related craziness yesterday, so he was in a good mood and had nothing to feel particularly embarrassed about tonight when he came in to open the bar.

And he totally noticed when Tino and the zombies were overdoing it about acting nonchalant.

"What?" he asked. "Okay, why are there chunks of a ten-pound Ghirardelli dark bar back here?"

He didn't get an answer, but he didn't really care much about that ten minutes later, when he was lost in another game of Tower Bloxx on his laptop.

Evil, evil Flash games. Evil.

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There were new kids on the island now, but Anders had barely noticed, worried as he was about his best friend's continued MIA-ness. In fact, he was pretty lucky to remember he had to go to work tonight, and on time at that. The zombie band got a pretty sub-par tape job tonight, which in the context of an Anders-style tape job meant that it didn't include layers of foam pre-wrap and a sports training lecture, so they weren't complaining.

Tino was pretty gleeful, on the other hand; Anders spent so much time staring at his phone, hoping a text or call would come through from Bridge, that he didn't notice every time Tino flicked an olive at the back of his head.

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Anders didn't feel quite so uneasy about going in to work tonight, now that certain nerve-inducing events of earlier in the week had been resolved. He was a little bit reluctant about the part where everybody who'd come back for the week had to leave, but hey . . . Christmas break was coming up anyway.

For some bizarre reason, he was making stick figures out of olives, cocktail onions, and toothpicks, occasionally flicking the broken ones at the back of Tino's head when he wasn't looking.

. . . look, anything to avoid Zombie Yoko. She was scaring the frak out of him tonight.

[OOC: OMG SHOPPING CENTERS ARE SCARY TODAY.]

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Anders barely grunted at Tino and the band as he came in to work tonight, preoccupied with last-minute holiday shopping plans; he set everything up with the efficiency and personal concern of a robot ~~(imagine that)~~ and proceeded to camp out behind the bar with his laptop.

The zombies seemed kind of disappointed. They'd been hoping he'd notice the look they were trying on tonight.

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Anders showed up just long enough to open the bar, pat Tino on the shoulder, and announce, "You're in charge tonight. Try not to blow anything up."

Before Tino could object, he'd run off again, grinning.

He was so going to get jars of olives thrown at his head next week.

[OOC: It's gonna be a Tino-modding night since I'm heading out to the airport soon . . .]

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Anders was wearing a suit tonight when he opened the bar -- no reason ~~except Marco-mun loves the icon~~.

He could swear Tino and the band were giving him strange, strange looks for it.

"What?" he asked. "Am I not pretty enough?"

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Robin hadn't set up for a birthday party since she'd started this job, and she wondered if she should have brought a gift. Maybe booze could be her gift? It was what she would have brought, anyway.

In any case, Robin was there, everything was set up for Xander's birthday party, and she was just going to hide behind the bar.

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