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whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

Toasty was loose.

John didn't know how it had happened but he wasn't doing that much to hunt down his errant toaster either. Nope, Toasty could wreck havoc for all he cared. So, there was a small toaster sitting on a bench in the park.

It was quiet, for now, somehow watching those who passed by. If someone paid attention to him, then maybe he'd regale said person with an amazing fit of poetry.

But, you wouldn't know until you tried, would you?

[Open! For those that don't know, Toasty is Crichton's toaster that Bridge Carson enhanced so it could talk. Toasty is not politically correct and will most likely make fun of you in rhyme. Please don't smash Toasty.]

Current Mood: excited

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Seifer was working on putting together a display of miniature Terracotta Warriors and horses that had shown up today. Not that he had ordered them, but boxes just tended to show up, having been ordered by the last person running the place. Some of it was interesting, like the warriors, or the replica of The Garden of Earthly Delights. Either way, it gave him something to do, so he could ignore the rather hefty envelope sitting on the counter.

He was ignoring it for the moment, and really trying to resist the urge to plan out a battle with the Terracotta Warriors.

And there was still the sign in the window.

Now Hiring
Pick your own hours.

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Seifer had, quite frankly, had a shitty night. The exercises Sam had suggested worked, but it still didn't stop him from waking up several times, fighting to focus and remember where he was. It seemed like the more relaxed he got here in Fandom, the more his brain decided to throw shit at him. While he hadn't been at the crash site, he had read the reports and heard what the witnesses said in court, so basically his brain was forcing him to watch what he had pieced together. Over, and over, and he was never able to save Astrid.

Add in old nightmares that he hadn't had in years, and old insecurities creeping in, and it made for a shitty sleep cycle. So he was drinking coffee like it was coming from the faucet, and trying not to be too much of a grouchy jerk to the customers and any potential employees who stopped by.

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

Break Week, before the newbies showed up, needing their tiny little minds eased with lots of alcohol. So Kenzi had a special up.

SPECIALS:
JELL-O SHOTS
CADE'S MAGENTA MADNESS
KITTY'S SHADOW

What? The boss deserved a drink named after her!

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Graduation had been amusing, brunch had been pretty okay. And now it was the lull between people leaving and the new arrivals. Which meant that Seifer was going to take advantage of the quiet to work on the pile of paperwork he needed to get through for his graduate program. Letters of recommendation, financial forms, and a bunch of other stuff for the long-distance issue.

Seifer was pretty sure that somewhere in there was a requirement for his first born, but he wasn't worried right now.

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

It had been a week of getting use to the island, and doing inventory at his shop. The hardest part was no surfing at dawn, but he could deal with that. It just meant running circles around the island instead of spending two or three hours in the ocean.

Today though, he was finishing up inventory, and getting the shop cleaned up and straightened up. One would think the island would keep shops from getting so dusty, but evidently not.

So, he might be covered in dust, but the shop was mostly in order and open for business.

He even put out a 'Help Wanted' sign.

nookiepowered

"No." Bo crossed her arms behind the bar and ignored the balloon Tiny was holding out to her. "I already told you my terms. The whole thing or no deal."

Tiny held up his phone in the other hand, then made a show of putting it away. Bo just shook her head.

"No. I don't care if you record me. I'm just not doing it without the quid pro quo." She reached out and bopped the balloon lightly. "Every. Single. Verse."

Which was why anyone visiting the bar tonight, including the guests at Warren and Karla's birthday party, would find themselves treated to a high-pitched -- and very long -- performance of I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General from the huge guy in the leather vest.

Bo's performance, they'd have to be very good at searching YouTube (or know Tiny's username) to find, and also fast enough to get there before Bo filed the fake DMCA takedown notice. Or the obscenity one. She was still trying to decide which seemed more likely coming from Disney.

[Open! Karla and Warren's birthday party be happenin' in the VIP area; the rest of the joint is open to anyone.]

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

After getting a place to stay, Seifer had basically dropped his stuff and then headed out for food. He hadn't eaten much more than vending machine crap since leaving LA, and was pretty damn hungry at this point. After seeing what was still in town, Seifer settled for sushi, because he knew it would be the good stuff.

And hopefully, those conveyor belts were full, because he was probably going to eat his weight in fish today. He might even talk to someone between bites.

[Open post!]

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Everything had been shipped out earlier in the week, and all Seifer had with him was a small duffel bag. He had stopped at Groovy Tunes and left behind the keys, and now he was headed to the causeway. He could have taken a portal, but really, he didn't trust it completely still and he wanted to take the weekend getting to school.

He was actually going to miss this place, now that he was leaving.

(And Seifer is heading off to UCLA and alumni status. Feel free to catch up to him before he's gone.)

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Seifer was slowly sorting through paperwork, and doing that stock thing he liked to do. Which meant he was making stacks out of the CD cases. One pile being carefully stacked on the counter to be put away, the other was more cases carelessly tossed into a cardboard box.

Said box would be drug out back and set on fire soon. He had plenty of paperwork for kindling purposes.

And that HELP WANTED sign was still on the door.

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

George was gone, which meant that not only did Seifer have the room to himself for a while, but he also was short staff at the shop. So after his TA duties that morning, he headed to Groovy Tunes and propped open the doors. He had the Beastie Boys cranked up so loud the music could probably be heard on the next street over, and there was a sign outside.

Now Hiring! Apply Inside!

forhisfriends.livejournal.com

Disregarding last year's meadfest with their friends the Vikings, it was a fine Fandom tradition that the graduation day was followed up by a grad brunch on Sunday, and this year was no exception.

The weather was okay, and a feast had been laid out in the park. A banner spelling out CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2012 hung from the trees, and there were tables and chairs spread all around, some covered by tents and some not. And at the center of it all, naturally as at any good Fandom event, were the tables of ~~moddable~~ foods and drinks.

Even cake. Fandom High graduation ceremonies might have been things of surprise dropbear terror, but the school did take care of its own when it came to food. It was a very good time for the graduates, along with their classmates, friends and families, not to mention random townsfolk, to gather and celebrate yet another class making its way through the challenge knowns as high school.

[ocd up! | Mingling | Food and Drink | Tables and Chairs | Edges of the Park | OOC]

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

It was a rather serious looking Seifer that was manning the shop today. By the time the weekend was over, he would be a graduate, something that a year ago he didn't think would ever happen.

And what a year it had been.

So, he was enjoying his last weekend as an official student, was going to have a blast at graduation, and then have a few weeks of fun before heading off to LA.

Right now, he was putting up the sale sign and figuring out what he was going to do with the keys to the shop in a few weeks.

Half off for all graduating seniors and their guests!

selfhelphero

For all the chompy bunnies that had been taken out yesterday, there were twice as many running around the town now, and to the administration's horror, they'd made friends with the gizka and the Protopets - if "friends" could be defined as "members of an ongoing competition to see who could reproduce the fastest" at least. The Protopets were burping, the gizka were spawning, and the bunnies were...well, bunnying.

The creatures were running all over the island, but there was a considerable amount of them in the park. Maybe it was all the trees to hide behind. Maybe the lake made a nice setting for mating. Whatever the reason, if anyone was looking for a good fight, this was the place to be.

[As mentioned in the OOC post, these creatures can be fought anywhere on the island, but this post is for anyone who wants a specific place to fight, or a group setting to get their aggression out. Minor OCD is below!]

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

The nice thing about being the boss? You didn't have to do a damn thing if you didn't want to.

Which was why Seifer was hanging out at the counter, playing ~~meta for~~ WoW. Honestly, he wasn't sure how he had gone so long without playing this game.

He was totally playing a Paladin.

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

The community center had been decorated (glitterified), the models were probably backstage by now either looking fabulous or questioning their life choices, and once everyone was ready there were two emcees taking the stage.

Rilla was still not wild about public speaking when it wasn’t over the radio (there, no one could stare at her), and so she said a quick prayer that she wouldn’t lisp too terribly. The poor starving Belgians were counting on her efforts here!

“Hello,” she said with a tight, nervous smile, “and welcome to the first annual--” things sounded better when they could become annual events, right? “--Kappa Delta Gremlin Fashion Show!”

After waiting for any applause- and there had better be applause, it was only polite- Annie continued, "Tonight you're going to see members of the sorority, fraternity and Pride show off some fashions, and help raise money for the Red Cross to help people all the way back in 1915!" Which probably wasn't going to create some weird time paradox, right? They were being helpful. And retro. Retro-ly helpful.

Rilla waited for that applause to die down before concluding, “And tho--” bad word. BAD WORDS THAT RILLA DIDN’T EVEN THINK FOR THE POORLY TIMED LISPING RIGHT NOW, GOD, “--without further ado,” or any other words with s, if she could help it, “our first model!”

Current Mood: nervous

throughaphase

Kitty hadn't had any kids show up this weekend, which was sort of a relief. She'd decided she would probably be horrified by who the dads would be if someone had come for her. She just knew she'd get co-parents who'd either make her cry later or who she'd never be able to look in the eye again should she run into them.

That didn't mean she was above pressing Tino for details on who he'd seen, though. And whether he'd had any show up. No, wait, that thought was horrifying, too.

lockestheway

Portals elsewhere might break, send you to the wrong planet, or leave you hanging; this one was forever faithful to its own schedule.

Sadly, for those denizens of the island who might have grown attached to their children, that meant it was time to say goodbye. The portal popped up blazing purple in the center of the park, calling to those it had taken here just a few days ago.

Time to go, time to go home, children.

[[ for your AU kidlet goodbyes! Sniff. ]]

angelo_wings

Okay. She could do this. It was just dinner with her boyfriend, her ex, and two ... possible future children, one with each. What could possibly go wrong?

Except for the fact that the kids were probably not going to get along, any more than her ex and her current boyfriend got along. And that she couldn't really be affectionate with (or distant towards) either guy without one of the kids wondering what was up.

So she was just going to ... sit here and smile a lot and not think this had been a terrible idea.

This had been a terrible idea, hadn't it?

(ORIGINAL PARTICIPANTS MODDED W/ PERMISION: Rinoa, Seifer, Squall, Sylvie, River
JOINING US MOMENTARILY: Collin, Pluma, Warren
COMPLETELY WIDE OPEN (either to crash the table or for your other Il Pollo Needs) TO: anyone, everyone, maybe you, maybe your friends, no seriously everyone (except frank the goat) (fuck that goat)!)

Current Mood: nervous

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Seifer was late opening the store, but in his defense he had only just gotten back to the island, and there had been unpacking and prom ticket buying to take care of.

Now he was catching up on paperwork and stocking the shelves and listening to Death Metal as loud as it would go.

Feel free to stop and chat. If you can deal with the music.

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

There was no bouncer at the entrance to the Community Center, all the better for any underclassmen to sneak into the night's festivities and pray that their own official final dance in Fandom would be half so...red. To be technical, the shade was rust.

Thankfully to the more practical among the StuCo Prom Committee, the Mars theme lended itself to plenty of starry twinkle lights and a decadant foggy mist rising from the dance floor that might just help the chaperones in their quest to look the other way when students got too handsy. That was really all that mattered at an event like this. Well, other than the food on hand and the ability for the punch to merge well with whatever spirits were 'accidentally' dropped into over the course of the evening.

For this was a night to be remembered! Even if all that stuck in the memories of the students was the terrifying spacemen floating around the giant papier mache Mars that dangled in place of a disco ball over the dance floor. Or perhaps it would be the fantastic flavor of the fiery fountain of cherry pie filling. Fake fire, of course, but the filling? Totally real and delicious. Even if it looked a little too much like fiery blood for some people.

Welcome to your 2012 Fandom High Senior Prom!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Punch + Pie | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC1 | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: pleased

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

After ~~handwavingly~~ spending most of the last week in bed, resting and dealing with a cold, (which wasn't worth using a potion on, because his supplies were limited) Seifer was at Groovy Tunes.

There wasn't any music playing, because he still had a headache, but he was catching up on paperwork and getting some backstock out of the store rooms.

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Seifer had skipped work yesterday to watch a rock marathon on one of the movie channels and came in today to make up for it. CCR was playing nice and loud (that's Creedance Clearwater Revival for you noobs), while he did paperwork at the counter.

Sometimes, he actually, you know, did his job.

[ocd is hopefully tornado free]

lockestheway

It was that time of the year again: spring break, with its travels to far away and exotic locales! Like Brazil.

Teachers and students had been asked to assemble at the causeway as per usual. Their portal would be leaving early on into the afternoon, so there was plenty of time to pack up your things and hurry on down to catch it.

So, the question remained: was everyone ready for some fun in the sun? Or was there still too much bodyswappy freaking out to be done?

Stay tuned.

[[ gather all, gather around! ]]

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Seifer was having a good day already. He was in a good mood, the barista at the Perk had gotten his order right and he couldn't even complain about the suggestive songs that the radio in the store was insisting on playing.

Yes, it was still on the kick from yesterday. And he wasn't about to bitch about the amount of AC/DC coming out of the speakers.

zetabetabrat.livejournal.com

So this week was beginning to get tiring even for Rebecca. Which meant sugary coffee drinks were in order.

Or it could mean she could just... stop having sex this week, but that was ridiculous.

So. She was here loading up on sugary drinks, at least in between rounds of being... elsewhere. Yes. And she was wearing a skimpy little outfit that might, very possibly, get in the way of her goal of recharging her batteries. You know. Maybe.

[[open! THIS NEVER GETS OLD. YOU'D THINK IT WOULD GET OLD BUT IT DOESN'T.]]

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Yesterday had been... interesting. Seifer had spent most of the day watching Galahad (who was getting huge. What kind of cat did he end up with?!) chase around some little werewolf doll, and wrestling with it. He was just glad they weren't animate anymore, but Galahad was still batting the lifeless doll around the store this morning, looking depressed that his buddy wasn't fighting back.

Really. It was a sad sort of cute that Seifer observed from behind the counter.

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Seifer had opened the shop, glaring at the sky as he did. He had been told that winter in this part of the country meant snow and cold temps. Today, it was sixty degrees out, and there didn't look to be snow any time soon. Which kind of sucked because he had been hoping for real snow for once.

Snow or no snow, Groovy Tunes was open today, and Seifer was there to talk to.

[OCD free today]

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Groovy Tunes was open, the 'Now Hiring' sign was on the door. The stereo was blasting the Bee Gees, and Seifer was smirking while he watched the video he had uploaded from his phone.

And he was more than willing to show last night's Barry Gibb Show to anyone who asked. He'd already emailed a copy to Zell back at Garden.

endsthegame

During the afternoon, workers had built up a large firepit in the center of the park. Smaller ones were built a short distance away from it, just to make sure nobody froze during the festivities.

There was ice on the pond, thick ice, and someone had set up a small booth alongside it renting out skates for the night. Closer to the bonfire, there was a buffet, partly already cooked (and with cocoa, too!), partly set up with raw meat, fish, marshmallows and vegetables for the more enterprising crowd who might want to roast something over one of the fires.

Lights hung in the trees, and the fires blared merrily. Fandom was ready for the changing of the years, and all were welcome.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! | Arrive/Mingle | Food & Drink | By the Bonfires | Skating | Countdown | FIREWORKS! HAPPY NEW YEAR! | OOC ]]

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

It was Welcome Picnic day, which meant newbies wandering around all wide-eyed and confused. It also meant free food at lunch. So Seifer put up the discount signs and made sure he clearly marked on them what time his lunch hour was, then he started cleaning up and organizing the displays.

He also put out the help wanted sign.

Help Wanted!
Hiring any day but Tuesdays and Fridays.

Newbie Discount!
25% off for all new students and teachers!

Closed for lunch, 12-1pm

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Today there was festive music and flying mistletoe at Groovy Tunes. The person behind the counter was not so festive. In fact, he looked like he had a severe case of the 'Bah Humbugs'.

Of course, he felt he had reason to be pissy. His birthday had been yesterday, and the only two people who had reason to know about it had skipped out the day before. And he had yet to hear anything from back home.

So, venturing into Groovy Tunes today meant the possibility of dealing a cranky Seifer, or you could just watch as he killed things on the new Space Battles game.

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

It was the first Friday in a while that Groovy Tunes was open. And since it was so close to Christmas, the store was possessed. The stereo system was playing nothing but Christmas music, no matter what station or CD Seifer put on.

And once he had given up trying to change the music, it switch to punk rock carols, which was better than the Tabernacle Choir stuff.

So, Groovy Tunes was open, don't mind the music or the caroling gremlins outside the door.

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

The mood in the dorms, hell in the whole town, had apparently bypassed 'full-on emo' and slammed headfirst into 'full-blown panic', and the atmosphere was just a bit stifling. So Seifer had dug the trench coat out of the back of his closet, dumped Galahad in one of the deep pockets and headed out for a walk. At least that was what he was going to tell anyone who asked. It would be stupid to admit that he was going to teach the kitten how to chase the ducks.

He had to have something to cheer him up right now.

And that is where he currently was. In the park, with the might hunter staring bemusedly at the sleeping piles of feathers near the water.

"You know, you kinda suck at this hunting thing," he told the kitten.

[[Open Park is Open! Feel free to say Hi to Seifer and the kitten before they get zapped!]]

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Seifer was at work. The music was blasting, full on live rock albums. He was just going to ignore the complete and utter shit going on right now, until someone pointed him at something he could kill.

For now though, you could still buy music, if you could handle the noise level.

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

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

"We know that things have not been very okay lately," Dolf said. There was no better way to start a meeting than with an understatement, right? "People and places have been disappearing and nobody but us seems to remember they existed. And the causeway is being crazy, says the radio."

He wouldn't know. His own universe was still out of reach for him, and he didn't exactly spend a lot of time on the mainland - he still felt self-conscious about his English. "So we thought we should all talk, and come up with ideas." He shot Karla and Wesley an expectant look.

Karla glanced over at him and nodded, stepping forward. "The big problem is, we have no idea what's going on. We can't tell if there's some kind of pattern, if there was some kind of precipitating event, where the vanished things are going--or even if there is a where. Right now, we're dealing with a lot of suppositions and half-guesses. That's one of the reasons we called this meeting today, before people started going home for the holiday."

If anyone was able to leave, that was.

"One of the things we need is more information. Are people vanishing from your world? Who? When? What happens when objects and places vanish? Are there things that are linking the disappeared across multiverses? The more information we have, the better we'll be able to figure out what is going on. And from there, figure out how to reverse it."

"We understand that some of you may have lost people, and it might be difficult to talk about," Wesley made sure to add. "But if you're at all able, it'd be invaluable for us if you could share what you've been experiencing, both here and in your home worlds. And if you know of anything from your home or anywhere else that might be responsible for what's been happening, even if you aren't certain, that could be incredibly useful as well. It's difficult to propose any sort of a solution without an idea of what the cause is."

Hadn't stopped him from all but living in the library over the past week, though.

"So." He sat down in one of the chairs that had been set up in a huge circle. "Would anyone particularly like to start?"

furnaceface

Jonothon had managed to get his hands on coffee, this morning. Instant coffee, granted, that he'd thrown together while trying to juggle breakfast (cereal, quick and easy) and getting everything in order for ... whatever the hell these auditions were going to be like, considering the state of the weekend. He hadn't actually gotten around to getting any of it as far as his mouth, yet, but he suspected that he'd made the coffee strong enough to sit up and bark, and if that didn't floor him, it would probably be a good thing.

In the window of the Boards, he'd hung a sign:

AUDITIONS
FANDOM ISLAND WINTER SHOWCASE
Give the rest of the island a taste of your winter traditions from home!

And, hell, he'd even managed to get someone at Pizza Planet to answer the phone who was over the age of ten, so there was pizza set out on tables on one side of the lobby area. Tables which he'd laid tarp down under, because there was no way in hell he was going to clean those carpets already. The place had just finished renovations, after all.

[OCD is up! If you've got a small child for the day and you'd like to audition, anyone and everyone is welcome to, but please let us know in the OOC thread if you actually want a role or not!]

furnaceface

Right. So, here Jono was, with a day off. And people-watching seemed to be The Thing To Do on his days off, having been a Saturday afternoon tradition for... all of a week, now. It counted.

So he made his way to the Perk, trying not to make faces at the abundance of children running around the streets today, and mostly wondering to himself if they were the locals, or if they belonged to the locals. Or would, someday, anyhow. Around here it was important to make those distinctions, after all.

When he arrived at the Perk and was pertly informed by the young lady at the counter that she wasn't allowed to pour the hot water without her mommy around, that question was answered, at least. And, after walking the little girl through how to tell apart nickels from quarters and giving her a shiny penny of her own for a job well done, Jono finally managed to place his order and found a free table to settle down at and people-watch.

With apple juice. Ah, Fandom.

[Open!]

cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com

Surely there were plenty of things Zayne could be doing right now to take care of the place a little bit. But screw that, he was playing with blocks. He wasn't even sure what exactly he was building, but it sure was big. He was using the Force to place blocks on the other side of the lobby as he was fixing the sections of wall that went down when he used the Force to place blocks on this side.

Blocks were astral.

[OOC: If you're interested in renting at MCA, there is one apartment available. Information on apartments is here.]

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

The date was rather interesting today, so Seifer had decided to set up an $11 sale on CDs. Just, you know, to go with things. Of course, customers and visitors would have to take the long way around to get to the cash wrap because Seifer had set up a blockade in the middle of the store for Tristan.

Yep, he was taking this kid thing very seriously. The area was larger than the pack 'n play, and had a sleeping mat, blankets and all the toys the kid could need. And Seifer was checking in every half hour or so while sorting stock for burning and selling.

It was a very busy day.

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Seifer had missed work on Friday, but he'd had a good excuse. He had been studying for the SATs. He thought he'd done okay on it, but he was worried about the Critical Reading section.

And unlike some people he'd heard about on the radio, he had kicked ass on the math part.

Today he was at Groovy Tunes, going through college websites online and printing off the applications of the ones that looked interested.

He might as well be prepared for when the test scores came in, right?

fh-fillers.livejournal.com

Anyone who happened by the park tonight might take notice of a mysterious tent that had appeared there. It seemed both out of place and mysterious, exactly the sort of thing to invite people who might be so inclined to find that sort of thing inviting.

Inside they would find a fortuneteller waiting for them, with her crystal ball at the ready, prepared to tell you what your future would hold.

Or maybe just to screw with them. Hard to tell.

[Open to those who have signed up, though anyone can feel free to notice the tent.]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

The glitter could not be contained! Nor could the moose...despite their plastic nature. Homecoming continued onward, welcoming all late arrivals who were still in time for the main event!

Your 2011 Homecoming Court Announcement!

[ Post 1 | Arrive + Mingle Some More | Homecoming Court | More Drinks + Snacks | More Chaperones | More Dancing | Even More Shadowy Corners | OOC2 ]

Current Mood: accomplished

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

Glitter encrusted moosen stood guard in the entry to the transformed Town Hall, reminding all those in attendance that the night was about all things Canadian. Or things the Student Council had deemed Canadian - plus a whole lot of glitter.

Sparkly red maple leaves and paper geese hung from irridescent streamers, setting off the food tables as very much separate from the raised dance floor in case the terrifying papier-mâché beaver didn't make it obvious that the timbits were for eating. Or for dunking in the maple syrup fountain. Beyond pure sugar, there were plenty of bite-size portioned food and nonalcoholic beverages to push the theme into the bellies of all, no matter how tight the dresses!

Beyond the dance floor, the shadowy corners glowed with the twinkle of glittery maple leaf garland and a Joni Mitchell inspired moose that had been strategically positioned to look rather tragic in its lyric-covered glory. Yes, glory. For the evening was to be glorious. Or at the very least entertaining.

Welcome to your 2011 Homecoming Dance!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Drinks + Snacks | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: shocked

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

There was a sign on the door of Groovy Tunes today:

Closed for Homecoming Carnival
Why are you here? Go there!

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

There were more glittery moose decorations than you could shake a stick at (not that the Student Council recommended shaking a stick at a moose) and the slight breeze from the crisp fall day was making some of the decorative maple leaves rustle around the many booths that had been placed in the park.

After you've had your fill of games and food, who wouldn't want to throw a ball or a pie at Jamie Madrox? And other people, of course, but mostly Jamie!

[Post I | Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC]

Current Mood: excited

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Seifer was at Groovy Tunes, and nothing special was going on. Just a normal, boring Friday. Except Seifer was plotting, and there was an evil smile on his face as he did.

(late post is dull, and ocd free)

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Seifer didn't have anyone coming to visit him for Parents Weekend, and even though it was a bit of a downer, he wasn't letting it show. Instead he had cleaned the store from top to bottom, straightened all the shelves and generally made it look like it was run by a responsible adult and not a high school student.

So, now he was sitting behind the counter, going over inventory lists and listening to a mix of early punk bands on the stereo.

There was a sign in the window, that would hopefully bring in new business.

Parents Weekend Blowout!
All visiting friends and family get a 15% discount

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A sign was posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
Three Minute Dates at Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

That's right. It was time for Three Minute Dates once again. Of course, this time it was being pushed back a couple hours ~~because GOB just posted bail in Lexington Park for solicitation last night~~ so it could better help sunlight-adverse residents of Fandom find true love as well. Anyone who came to the bar at the normal time were free to keep drinking to help them loosen up for the dates until just before 8:00...

The lights went dark. And then, The Final Countdown began, with a spot-lit GOB striding out onto the stage and doing an illusion where he made Tino bring him a scotch. Look, he'd done like twenty of these things already. People weren't getting free magic from him anymore.

"Thank you, everyone, for coming out here on this historic night. We've reached a true milestone here, but more on that later," GOB said. It would be best to fear Round 5, where there would be a couple extra minutes for GOB to discuss the historic nature of the night. "This is, of course, Three Minute Dates. And I am, of course, a Matchmaker Named GOB." He waited for applause..... and then continued. "When I or somebody else, probably Tino, who knows? calls your name, find a table with the other person whose name was called and get to talking and see if you want to make babies within three minutes. Because after three minutes, you'll hear this sound."

The zombie drummer started doing a drum roll.

"And that's when it'll be time to move on to your next date. Got it? Good. Oh, and sorry about the surplus of adult guys. Apparently single chicks can't stand being in a town without me. Anyway, let's get started...."

[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. For the love of god, please wait until I'm done~~ UP! Have fun!

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen, 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 a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.

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

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