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craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Unlike most 3MDs, there didn't seem to be a host. The zombies were just set up, all quiet, when the lights went out.

After a few moments, music started to play. A man's voice started to sing "Ooooooooh" while backing vocals repeated "come on."

The first chorus played before a voice that might have been familiar to longtime residents came up and completely failed to introduce himself. "Welcome to Three Minute Dates. I gave this CD to Tino years ago, just in case this thing I started turned a sexy, legal to drink in the rest of the country 21. In honor of that, have an open bar, courtesy of me, to make sure my name is never forgotten. When somebody reads your names or whatever happens, pair up, get drunk, and let those beer goggles take over for three minutes until this sound plays."

The song cued back up, singing, "You're hopelessly HOPELEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!" It was, perhaps, a mixed message.

"Have fun. And try not to bang too many people at once, like I'm definitely doing right now."

Finally the lights came back on. Jessica turned to Tino at the bar, taking a free drink, and asked, "Who was that?" Tino just shrugged. He clearly knew, but he was admitting to nothing.

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

OCD starts now. If I fall asleep before it's done, don't mind me. I'll finish up when I wake up. ETA: That's happening. Final 2 rounds posted when I wake up. Feel free to start on the first 3 rounds now. FINALLY DONE!

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

throughaphase

There was a sign on the front door:

CARITAS PRESENTS:
3 MINUTE DATES

At eight on the dot, the zombies began playing lounge music, and Kitty stepped out onstage. After being here four years, being present for several of these things and even participating in a couple, it was her first time actually announcing this thing. Weird.

"Welcome to Three Minute Dates!" she began. "Hopefully you signed up for this, and if not, then Caritas is not liable for any discomfort, annoyance, or soaked belongings that may happen over the course of the night. When you hear your name, find the person you're matched with. You'll have three minutes to get to know them, and then there'll be a... I don't know, a gong or a buzzer or whatever, and then you're on to the next date, for a total of five rounds. If you like someone, the bar'll be open afterwards to get a drink and maybe get some more time with them. So with tha-"

And with that, an air horn sounded almost directly behind Kitty, from an overzealous zombie who had just learned how that worked.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, why did that just happen."

[Ten comments = three minutes, five per person. You don't have to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

~~OCD beginning! Do not ping in before it's done or I will smack you.~~ OCD up! Thanks

craftyladyparts for the assist!

If you find something wrong, it's Nick's fault. Get him on AIM or the OCD and it'll get fixed.

Most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish up on Sunday, you do you.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Jessica walked into the bar right before 8:00 and strode up to Tino. "It's not happening, okay? I'm not signing up. I'm here for a drink. That's it. Maybe some spectating."

Tino handed her some notecards and pointed to the stage where the band was starting to play. "What is this?" A spotlight swung out to the bar to focus on Jessica. "Wait. No."

Tino nodded.

"Fuck you, Tino," Jessica sighed. But whatever, she was just hosting all of a sudden. It could be worse. She walked up to the stage and started flipping through the note cards. "Not reading this. Not reading this? Who was this even written for? Anyway, it's Three Minute Dates. Find each other, talk to each other, you'll hear some kind of noise, and apparently the names will be shown up here on stage. Great! So I don't even have to stay up here and read every... Dammit, my name's up there, isn't it?"

From the bar, Tino shrugged.

After this was over, Jessica was going to web Tino's pants in such a way that he wouldn't be able to get them off for hours. That would show him.

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

Epic OCD ~~is beginning.~~ HAS ENDED! GO FORTH AND LAY YOUR SEED. Um. Wll, not right away. Maybe later. Talk first.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

The weather was still behaving itself, so the sun was beaming down brightly (which might not be appreciated by those who overindulged last night), the humidity wasn't unbearable, and the mosquitoes were keeping to themselves.

Beneath a generously be-glittered banner that read "20th ANNIVERSARY REUNION!" was a veritable feast of breakfast-y foods on tables that looked dangerously close to toppling under the weight.

There were pastries, various egg dishes, and yogurt parfaits in mason jars (because Pinterest might have died ten years ago but mason jars were forever). There was more coffee than should probably be legal.

Come out! Tend to your hangovers! Explain any walks of shame!

And, if you were a father, come get your complimentary glass of sparkling wine or Bloody Mary. The administration figured you deserved one.

newroutines

There was a bouncer at Caritas tonight. That was... new. More to the point, it was an English guy who badgered Mike about their rules. Something about 'no capes, no powers, no heroics' or something like that. Mike didn't really follow.

And then a raspy brunette came and yanked the wannabe bouncer into the bar proper, saying they didn't need a bouncer and that this wasn't a fortress, you know, and besides, all the monkeys were dead.

People were so damn weird this weekend.

But, there wasn't a bouncer at Caritas tonight after all. There was plenty of booze, though, in case that was you're favorite method of dealing with your dead visitors.

nookiepowered

Bo, having woken up her usual size, species, and gender (also without a horse in her bed), hadn't realized it was one of those weekends until she walked into the club and found a kid behind the bar. A kid who couldn't quite look her in the eye, but could see over the counter without standing on a crate.

"...Tiny?"

He answered by grabbing a walnut from the bowl on the counter and cracking the shell in the crook of his elbow.

"Right. Go handle the door. Stamp anybody who looks over ten."

Bo, meanwhile, had a year-old specials board to look for.

Specials
Choclate bananana milk: 50 cents
Strawberry pinapple milk: 55 cents
Cherry milk shake with cherrys and cherry icecream and choclate and bananana: 75 cents
Piggieback Rides: ~~85 cents plus TIP~~ FREE FOR AGES 10 AND UNDER.

Help us with inventory! Make up a new drink, get it freeee!

***Choclate peenut butter milk shake inventoryed by RICHIE: 75 cents
***Lots of chocOlate and a cherry milk shake and NO BANANAS inventoryed by SUSAN: 75 cents
***Orange and strawberry and cimmonnin milk shake inventoryed by KENZI: 75 cents
***Strawberry blackberry milk shake inventoryed by TOBY: 75 cents
***Chocolate with some strawberry and bublegum and Rainbo Sprinkel milk shake inventoryed by GUY: 75 cents

throughaphase

Kitty's good mood from the weekend had lasted all the way through to today. (Shut up.)

And then she came in to work and got her very first dose of Tino's saga with the barista. Besides hoping that wasn't what she looked like (it wasn't), this saga seemed to be an epic one, in the way that it didn't end and she couldn't escape having to hear about it short of leaving early or firing him or something.

Come in, people. For the love of god, give her something else to do.

tangledpaths.livejournal.com

After her visit to the detention center, Savannah bypassed her usual haunts and patrols and went right home. Once she was through the door, she set up the spells that were keyed to only her and Angela and then went right to the bathroom to be very sick. When she had emptied everything out of her system that wanted to come out, she cleaned her face and brushed her teeth.

Her visits to the detention center and what she had to do to keep up her cover always rattled her, but it had been so much worse today. Of course, that probably had something to do with the fact that Sean wanted to kill her and she had to pretend to torture her own mother.

Changing out of the pink and black outfit and into something more her own style, Savannah went into the living room to sit on the couch.

[[OOC: For one and NFB]]

tangledpaths.livejournal.com

It was early morning and Savannah had gone for a run on the beach. She had an intense work-out routine that she kept to and she always ran along the beach at the same time every morning. She liked being out when the sun was first starting to rise over the ocean and she could smell the breeze and feel the ocean spray against her legs.

After the run, she took the time to walk along the beach toward the town so that she could cool off and get her mind focused on her plans for the day.

She certainly didn't expect to feel a force bolt slam into her side and push her towards the water.

[[OOC: Open.]]

izzy-on-her-own.livejournal.com

Another night of restless sleep interrupted by bad dreams meant Isabel was up and out the door early for her morning run. After a long loop around the island, she ended up on the beach, slowly sipping her bottle of water and looking out to sea.

Soon enough she'd have to get to the hotel and get to work, but for now it was time to think of happier times.

[Open of course. Since I never tagged the post, for the record my girl's a white hat at heart.]

Current Mood: lonely

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah was in the Perk with the largest mocha frappaccino that she could order. On the table in front of her was a listing of housing located on Fandom. She couldn't live in her brother and sister-in-law's guest room forever. And, since they wouldn't let her pay rent, it didn't really feel like it was hers in any sense of the word. (Something she would never ever tell Sean.)

So, here she was, caffeine in hand and looking for houses, apartments or rooms in houses to rent. She wasn't sure she necessarily wanted to live alone, but she needed some place that she could call at least part of her own. Maybe she should talk to Angela about an artsy place together?

[[OOC: Open as the perk is and phone calls and texts are welcome, too!]]

Current Mood: hopeful

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah was happy to be wandering the store that she now owned. Coming back to Fandom had been a good idea and she should make sure to call Wyatt and Isabel tonight to let them know how she was doing.

After she got done making sure everything was in order and put together a new inventory list. There were some things that she didn't find in the store or the back room and she wanted to make sure that she ordered them.

She would do that after she put up a new sign in the window.

Under New Management
Now Hiring!

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. ]]

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!]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Sleep was a rare thing this week. A problem which Angela was treating with caffeine. Lots and lots of Perk-supplied caffeine. She probably wasn’t alone in that. With the clouds building outside the forcefield, blocking out everything the temptation was for something a little stronger than that. It was looking unlikely.

"Okay seriously? The world may be ending and you’re not going to give me a real Irish coffee?"

No, apparently not. It felt better to dwell on the little things rather than disappearing continents and the view from the window, all the same.

[[Open for all your perk-ly needs, work-related SP likely!]

Current Mood: cold

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

wehateyouplzdie.livejournal.com

This wasn't Wallace's evening to work but he was bored and with nothing good on TV tonight that meant he had no choice but to work some overtime. Overtime with booze. Tino was not pleased to be spending his one night off working but Wallace couldn't very well work the bar alone, now could he?

bigdamnprincipal

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

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

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

And thus began Parents' Weekend. It was an overcast day but the rain had long since tapered off. Just in case, tents had been erected all around the park to protect from the potential for wet stuff. No one needed their guest showing up cranky because they'd been rained on.

There were tables and tables of all sorts of food and drinks. There was something for everyone. The Student Council had spared no expense. Blue and gold tables and chairs were also spread out underneath the tents, giving guests and islanders a place to sit down and chat or sit down and eat or something to hide under.

A registration table stood near the front of the setup where guests could check in and get a nametag. A banner adorned the edges of the tents proclaiming:

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2010

[OCD is done! Post 2 | Registration | Security | Food and Drink | Mingling | OOC]

Current Mood: accomplished

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

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah was once more rearranging the store.

This time is was arranged by color coordination... and not by seasonal goods as would probably make more sense, right? However, since it was Savannah and a case of the nerves, the store was now very decidedly arranged by color. (She'd apologize to her replacements when she saw them later and she knew Sean wouldn't be too upset with her.)

So now? Now she was tugging bookcases around to make sure that the different sports books and smaller supplies were in the right section for their color.

Of course, there was also the matter of those confusing pastels where she wasn't exactly sure which section they should go in or if she should make a whole separate display of pastels.

Nast's is open. Savannah is ready to help you.

Kinda.

Current Mood: nervous

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!]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

The portal to other realities was still there this evening. However the purpose of the portal has now changed.

Instead of bringing children to the island, it was now ready to bring them home to the realities where they belonged.

You can love or hate the portal for this but in either case it's time for the kids to go home.

[Up early for SP and Timezoney goodness! It's your goodbye post to send the kids home. I've got my kleenex ready so have at it!]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah and K-Mart had decided that taking the kidlets outside for awhile would be a very good idea.

They gathered up everyone and headed out to the beach. The way the girls thought, the beach would give plenty of room for running and playing...

...and maybe Storm and Alice-Claire would burn off some of that energy that they seemed to have an unending supply of.

"Can we call Daddy?" Storm demanded.

"In a little bit," Savannah promised. "He's probably not awake yet."

Unlike Savannah and K-Mart, who had been awake since four a.m. Johnny should be very grateful that Savannah loved him too much to wake him up at that ungodly hour.

"Storm, no magic in the water!"

She doubted that either of the girls would listen to her on that. She sighed and looked at LJ. "LJ?"

He grinned, already moving after the two girls. "Don't worry, Aunt Savannah. I'll keep an eye on my sisters."

Savannah and K-Mart collapsed on the sand after spreading out towels and blankets. It was probably going to be a very long day.

[[OOC: For the rest of the intermingled family brood and open to any one else, too.]]

glacial_queen

Karla was starting to have a Bad Feeling about this. Not a Black Widow bad feeling, just a kind of dawning, 'Oh, Darkness, what have I done?' kind of feeling. Would her friends be able to understand the way Kaeleer worked? Would the people in Kaeleer understand her friends? She'd already had Uncle Saetan empty the Hall as much as possible--the last thing she needed was Chaosti and Aaron riding the killing edge because they'd, well, met Arthur. Saetan was old enough to keep a reign on his temper (Darkness willing) and Lucivar.

Hell's fire, this was a bad idea.

But too late for that now. Everyone was pretty much assembled. "Uh, hi," Karla said, giving everyone a kind of feeble wave. "The portal should be here in just a few minutes. But, since we're all here, I figured now might be a good time to give some information about my home and answer any questions. I hope you all got my ~~handwavy~~ message about packing enough for about a week, a bathing suit, and a few more formal items because Uncle Saetan asks that everyone dress for dinner. If not, don't worry, tomorrow we'll be heading out to Amdarh, the capitol city of Dhemlan and there have been some accounts opened at stores for everyone."

She flashed her best unsure-but-game grin and said, "Any questions?"

[Mostly for those going to Kaeleer, but open for anyone who wants to see them off. Some slight OCD ~~on its way!~~ up!]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah was at work.

Savannah was not concentrating on work. No, her mind was elsewhere.

She was also thinking about class on Tuesday and how much she was still really upset and bothered about it. She was definitely going to seek out Karla again and maybe talk to her about why she had been so upset about the class. She hadn't wanted to bring it up at Reserves... and she had kind of avoided Sean so he wouldn't know that something had upset her so badly.

This could be why she had rearranged the store displays at least twice.

Nast's is open.

[[OOC: No OCD as it ran away.]]

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 ]]

atreideslioness

No one had visited Tyler this year. He could afford to be smug, although, as a mission of charity, he'd brought in an array of chips, pastries and other snacks. "I think everyone in the room gets a cookie for living through yet another parents' weekend," he declared. "And guests, welcome."

Ghanima was doing her best not to laugh. "We haven't lived through it yet," she reminded him. "But we're glad you're all here. The rules are on the door, but since there's so many people today, we're going to forgo assigned matches."

"Open sparring only," Tyler agreed. "Go to it."

Mingle / Beginner Mats / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC

[OCD and Post up early for SP goodness! PW guests are welcome, so long as they follow standard Fight Club rules.]

Current Mood: chipper

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

It was still a good day to torment guests and locals alike and there was still plenty of food (courtesy of your Fandom High StuCO) in the Park, welcoming visitors to Fandom Island.

The registration desk was still open and the banner waved in the comfortable breeze announcing the event of the day.

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2009!

[ OOC: DONE! Post 1 | Security | Registration | Food & Drink | Mingling | OOC ]

Current Mood: pleased

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

feedsonchaos.livejournal.com

It was Friday, which meant Hope was at work. And it was one of her uber-productive days, which meant that the entire store had been cleaned to within an inch of its life. Apu had even helped by staying out of the way and manning the Squishy Bot for her while she cleaned. She'd have to buy him a beer for that.

Cleanliness achieved, she settled behind the front counter with a magazine.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Orange, Satisfaction, Sweet Potato.

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Unlike other weeks, today there was a very large amount of food at the meeting. Pies and pudding--the kind people here liked, not the real kind--and what appeared to be eggs. Piled on the ground next to the food were a bunch of clean shirts, some of them still stained by paint.

Either it was time for a Rocky montage or something interesting was going to happen today.

"Welcome back everyone! Or welcome for the first time if you haven't been before."

Because there were so many new people with this last semester!

"We'll be following the example of yesterday's meeting with a different twist based on our skill sets. When there are... interesting rains of items how would we protect ourselves and others from harm? Some of us might be versed in shielding from attacks. This is a time to practice those abilities and perhaps teach others to do so as well," Merlin said with a wide grin.

Karla shared Merlin's grin, and would be humming "Eye of the Tiger" if she had any idea what it meant. Or that it existed at all.

"Fighting under less than stellar conditions is only good if it impedes your enemy more than you," she said, tossing an egg lazily in the air. "To our benefit, we know Fandom better and while we don't expect the crazy rains, we know they occur and won't waste a lot time being surprised if and one happens in conjunction with an attack. And while those are good benefits to have, we can always improve. Knowing such conditions are possible means that we know that's something we could--and should!--prepare for."

Merlin nodded seriously, picking up an egg as if to demonstrate something. Luckily he knew nothing about drugs and eggs and your brain commercials.

"So, we'll be practicing today." With that said, he slapped Karla on the back with the egg. "With a food fight!"

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Geoffrey opened the door of the theatre with a breath out and a faint smile. A new play. A new start. A new... chance for all hell to break loose, but so be it. That's why he was in the theatre.
CASTING and CREW TRYOUTS for
A Midnight Summer's Dream
No experience necessary! Free food and drink at rehearsals!
This should be interesting.

[ocd up!][FAQ for the plays here, some other bits and bobs, and feel free to ask questions in the OOC.]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Having a definite MacFinlay meant that he was reasonably all right today, though he was still in the position of finding another Dougan unless Maron came back (which he doubted).

All the same, after Tuesday he wasn't quite so worried. Hopefully, nothing insane would happen this time around. ...then again, his knuckles were sore from knocking on wood so much.

[ocd up!][and once more ooc note as we need another Dougan (unless Maron wants to come back?)]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah was behind the counter of the store with catalogs spread over the surface and a rainbow of pens and highlighters. They were heading into Fall sports season and she wanted to make sure the store had all of the required items and accessories for this. Therefore, as she highlighted things she thought they needed, she was also writing a list on her clipboard. She also might be envisioning new ways to re-organize the store when the shipments came in.

Savannah also had a catalog of signs that she was flipping through as she had decided the store needed a new sign.

You should feel sorry for Sean when she decided to do this.

Nast's is open.

tyler_gone

Today's Very Special Edition of Fight Club was being brought to you by two things; Ghanima was running late so Tyler was in charge on his own, and Anakin had offered a dare.

Figuring he might not get the chance again, Tyler had quickly curtained off a segment of the gym area and set a few things up behind it. "Hi," he said laconically. "I'm back, and Ghanima will be here a little later. Before the fighting, I wanted to talk to you about the next phase of fight club."

He was not catching Anakin's eye ~~if he was there~~ for this. He'd laugh if he did.

"In Phase 2, we start trying to look good while we fight. Neat hair, nice workout clothes, manicured nails. if you're ready for that, go behind the curtain and get ready. Don't forget the hair gel."

"If you aren't ready, stay out here and fight. I won't judge. I think it's time for a match for ... you and you, wizard-boy and blondie, you, you, you and definitely you. Go for it."

He was impressed he'd gotten through that without laughing.

atreideslioness

Ghanima was alone today, no Tyler in sight as people filed into the gym.

"Thank you all for being understanding about my choice to cancel club last week. Considering the extenuating circumstances, I'm sure some of us wanted an outlet, but I needed to be with my stepmother."

"I'm going to make it easy this week," she announced. "You two, you two. You and you, and you and you. Mr. Durden can't be here today, so I'm going to ask everyone to function as my other set of eyes, since contrary to popular rumor, I do not have a pair in the back of my head."

"Be smart, know your limits, and go toss someone into the mats a few times. I have a feeling that we all need it."

Mingle / Training Area / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Ghanima / OOC

[Up early for SP Goodness!]

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

The hall was still full of sleepers.

Luckily, there was plenty of food, coffee, and other drinks around to keep the doctors, nurses, volunteers and worried folk awake and wired and ready to spot any changes in condition.

For her part, Ino dreamt of sleep. But not the creepy sort of sleep. She could live without that, thanks. Unfortunately, she didn't have the time to sleep right now and there was no point in complaining.

There was work to be done, after all.

[~~Wait for the OCD or I will sic tired grumpy Ino on you.~~ OCD is up, hurrah!]

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]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah was exhausted and not feeling a hundred percent, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to open the store as usual today. (Even though she knew Sean would have made her stay home if he knew what was going on with her.) She unlocked the door and turned on the sign, and went about prepping the store. Pay no attention to the fact that she seemed to be trying to hide all of the sleeping bags from sight this morning.

Nast's is open.

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!]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

After yesterday's bout of involuntary singing, Savannah was busy in the store. No, she hadn't changed the layout again. Today she was unpacking and shelving new merchandise that had come in.

Although, why they suddenly had a shipment snow equipment was anybody's guess. Savannah thought the guys at the warehouse were trying to be funny -- sending them snow gear in July.

Nast Sporting Goods is open and Savannah was here to help and try to talk you into buying ski equipment before she decided to make an abstract art project in the middle of the store with it all.

tyler_gone

"I'm seeing some familiar faces here from last night," Ghanima said as people filed in. "Hopefully you weren't all up too late."

"If you were, shake it off or get out. Half-hearted attempts because you're too sleep-deprived to pay attention are insulting and a recipe for injury."

"If you get out there and screw around," Tyler added, "we'll just send you home anyhow. Don't embarrass yourselves."

"Now comes the fun. For us, at least," Ghanima said. "You. You. You two. Tyler?"

"Them," Tyler said, gesturing to two people at opposite edges of the crowd, "Her and him. Go."

[~~Wait for~~ OCD ~~PLEASE~~ is up now YAY. Cowritten with

atreideslioness]

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

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Last day on the job meant Johnny was totally chilling. He sat behind the counter with a chocolate milkshake and tried not to be too thinky over things.

Today's Special
Cheeseburger & Fries
Chocolate Milkshake

Luke's is open.

[[ OOC: And OCD free. ]]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Yeah, it was one of those days. Johnny was playing with fire. Shuddup. He could if he wanted. Besides, he helped the cook by boiling huge pots of water in record time.

He was good for something.

Next up? Flickering fireballs throughout the diner. Heads up, people.

Just sayin'.

Today's Special
Spaghetti & Meatballs
Garlic Bread'
Salad

Luke's is open.

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

When she had opened the store this morning, Savannah had been her normal cheerful human self.

She climbed up on the counter to stand there and reach up to change a light bulb when she suddenly found herself a great deal shorter than she thought she was.

Confused, she started to stand up again, only to notice the black paws where her hands were supposed to be.

"Oh hell, not again," Was what she tried to say. What came out was more of a "Mrowr rowr."

She stood on the edge of the counter and looked down. The floor seemed very far away and there was no way she was jumping from this height.

Nast's is open. Mind the baby panther.

[[OOC: No OCD]]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Geoffrey had started the morning auspiciously by falling out of bed, banging his head against the closet door, jamming a nail on the door, swearing himself into making something fall on him, finally opening the door, getting his foot stuck in it, nearly twisting his knee by trying to move forward with his foot still in the door, and burning his hand with a splash of coffee as soon as he finally limped to the kitchen.

No surprise, perhaps, that the door was kicked open today? Or that the poster was mostly thrown out there.
CASTING FOR THE SCOTTISH PLAY
No experience necessary! Amateurs wanted! Cast and Crew Positions! Free food!
Was he pandering on that last one? Yes, yes he was.

Either way, grumbling and cursing and wondering when, exactly, it became not too early for Scotch, Geoffrey settled into his chair to wait and see who showed up.

[ocd up!][please note: tryouts for the next three weeks; also, they are SP if needed][also, here 's the general gist on the plays][meta names here]

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