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Do you know who loved feeling engulfed in flames?

Well, not many people, but especially not Anakin. It seemed to be on-theme for the absolute steaming pile of eopie poodoo that this week had been. He sat down on the bench he'd been stuck to for an hour on Wednesday, pulled out his comm link and took a resigned selfie, flames all around.

This is fine, he wrote and then sent it to Jaina and Tahiri. They'd, at least, know why this was ironically hilarious.

Then he stared out at the pond and watched the ducks and flamingoes wander past, not on fire.

[OOC: So open.]

solo_sword

The park was the site of many a Jaina Solo wedding, so here we all were again! It'd been a couple years at least, okay?

The seats were set up for people to gather and watch on either side of the aisle, and flowers featured ge wily in the decor because someone's idea of weddings was more or less just "flowers," and Jaina and Kennedy were ready to commit to each other for the rest of their lives. (Despite already being married to other people.) (Details.)

It was a beautiful day and surely nothing would spoil it!

texted3times

Look at that, Lucifer! Eric was 1) working on a Saturday night while 2) renting out the back room!

To a bunch of Force-sensitive weirdos in a place where axe throwing was allowed, but DETAILS.

Eric was quite pleased with himself.

(Let's be honest, Eric was generally quite pleased with himself.)

solo_sword

It was a lovely day for an outdoor wedding, with everything done up in white, tables and chairs set up in the respective ceremony and reception areas. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, had that gazebo always been there?

Welcome to the wedding of Jaina and Tahiri. Hopefully no one had any objections, embarrassing speeches, or public declarations of love to make.

texted3times

It was cold, dark, and threatening to snow, which was Eric's favorite kind of weather, which was why he was in an excellent mood as he wandered down to the Devil's Nest to make sure Tiny was manning the bar to his satisfaction.

The new DJ (it was always a new DJ) looked panicked as Eric came in, stammering something about equipment malfunctions and how very sorry he was before fleeing into the night, leaving the bar listening to "If You Like Piña Coladas" --and only that song--at a volume that was just too loud to be ignorable.

"If you make piña coladas a special tonight, I will snap your neck," Eric told Tiny flatly before disappearing to his normal seat in the VIP area.

The Devil's Nest was open. And verrrrry tired of walks in the rain already.

texted3times

The nicest part of winter was how quickly the sun went down in the evenings--gave a vampire a lot more time to get things done before bleeding from the ears and eyes, catching fire, and dying, etc., etc.

Finally back from settling some accounts in Louisiana (and jacking up the prices at Fangtasia in preparation for the Mardi Gras crowds), Eric was back in Fandom, settled into his normal spot well away from the bar.

Vampires don't serve humans, thank you very much. That's what Tiny was for.

solo_sword

Jaina was still stuck in Fandom. No amount threatening, begging, yelling, bribing or more creative threatening had gotten her any closer to getting home. The one bright spot was that she could kind of make calls home, but after thirty seconds the connection would die. But as long as she wasn't completely cut off, there was hope.

Still, there wasn't anything she could do about it, so Jaina was taking it out on a dummy at the gym. Hopefully she wouldn't have to pay for the replacement?

[Open! A little slow but my day is bad.]

fjordicswagger

Right. Tamsin had spent the past hour or three killing things in front of the community center. It was getting old.

Luckily for her, she still had the megaphone.

"HEY!" she barked. "ANYBODY WHO WANTS THIS STUPID BRAIN-SQUEEZER TO GO AWAY AND CAN KICK SOME ASS, GET OUT HERE."

This also alerted every monster in the general area, but she didn't care.

"IF YOU CAN'T KICK SOME ASS, BUT YOU KNOW SOME CHILDREN WHO LOVE CHRISTMAS OR WHATEVER, OR YOU KNOW HOW TO PARTY, MAKE SURE YOU GET TO THE COMMUNITY CENTER BRIGHT AND EARLY TOMORROW."

She lowered the megaphone and cleared her throat. Loudly.

"OKAY, NOW LET'S MAKE THIS TOWN SAFE."

[[ FIGHTY POST! ~~hold on for the~~ ocd up! ]]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

It was the last day of the reunion and Jessica figured she needed to take a moment alone. Get some solitude, a place to be with her thoughts for a little bit, in a quiet place. The beach would work. Have some white noise from the water, what could possibly be more relaxing.

When she got there, food was already on the grill, the volleyball net was set up, and a pig was sitting next to a spit, eating from a trough. There had to be a story there. And wait, who started grilling food on a beach only to leave it, and a pig? If this was Fandom magic, it was really weird Fandom magic.

Anyway, alone-time apparently wasn't happening. She could settle for some BBQ as long as she avoided anything that might have come from that pig's family.

The Impromptu Labor Day Beach Cookout was on!

stacyexperiment

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

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

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

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

sith_happened

Anakin came to the school because he'd been called about a delivery to his office. It turned out to be crates full cinnamon buns, Wookiee cookies, and sausages.

So. Many. Sausages.

Anakin didn't remember ordering any of this stuff, and there was enough of it to feed dozens, so there was now an impromptu beach party going on, complete with cantina music, as Anakin cooked up all the food.

Watch out for the way the sun glared off of the water--it was a little lens-flarey.

[OOC: Happy Star Wars Day! Couldn't help myself...aaand details of the Anakin-Ender conversation NFB.]

haslayers.livejournal.com

It'd been a while since the last alumni event on island, so someone had gone all out with this one.

Or maybe the Olympics were a good theme and it was easy to go overboard with it. Whatever.

The place had been done up in Olympic colors, which... okay, and of course there was glitter which may have been left over from a past event and multiplied in that time. And going with the multicultural theme of the Olympics, there were even ~~moddable~~ snacks and drinks from other countries. Might as well try some new things every once in a while!

Or you could just watch the coverage on the TV and make fun of the USA's outfits.

[Open to all! Easy way to get your alumni's time in! And remember, if you need ideas for SOW, there's a brainstorming post here!]

endsthegame

The weather was being kind - perhaps unnaturally so. There was a large gap in the clouds right above Fandom island, sending sunlight streaming down even as the sun made its way towards the horizon.

Perfect time for a beach party. More or less. The organizers were just happy the date they'd picked and put on all the invites looked like it was turning out sunny, okay?

There were coolers with lemonade and... other things, there were beach balls and there was sand: perfect excuse for a party, right?

hasadestiny

Glitter seemed to be a theme of the evening. There was glitter on the posters covering the walls, glitter on the plants printed on table cloths. Glitter on the fake full moon hanging in place of a mirror ball.

And of course, glitter on the banner hanging above the entrance.

Welcome to Homecoming 2012

Become a (wo)man.

Become a wolf.

Current Mood: excited

momslilassassin

Ben was behind the counter as usual today, but instead of working on a droid or tinkering with some other bit of technology, he was working on a speech to explain to his father why he was going with Ender when the summer was over.

So far he had, "Um, Dad?"

Save him from himself.

Stark's was open!

shagthis.livejournal.com

When it came to Fandom, the typical alumni mixer type events tended to include a few key elements: food, drinks, and dancing.

Tonight? Not so much. Well, there was still the food and drinks, and probably nobody would actually stop you if you decided to go ahead and get jiggy with it, but the setup didn't exactly lend itself to dancing.

The setup in question? Well, the room was made to look as if a giant slumber party were taking place. There were ample blankets and pillows, and a big movie screen set up on one side of the room in order to play appropriately-themed movies.

[ooc: ocd up! post is open to all alumni, townies, teachers, and students]

charming_thief

solo_sword

Jaina still didn't know exactly what her plan was for being here yet, but she felt more herself than she did yesterday and it was easy to sink into routine when she was here. She thought this meant that coming back, even for a few days, was a good idea. So with some free time and a refusal to spend any more time cooped up by herself than she had to, she headed to the Perk for a while.

Her datapad in front of her, she was trying to figure out how to respond back to Zekk, or whether she should at all. She'd sent a message this morning just saying that she was all right, without saying where she was for plausible deniability reasons. In her mind, actually getting in touch with someone after taking off meant that she'd maybe grown as a person since the last time she did it. A year ago.

[Totally open!]

Current Mood: thirsty

solo_sword

When Jaina showed up here, she hadn't expected this visit to seem normal at all. It felt like sort of a miracle that it did, in fact. Which wasn't to say that there hadn't been plenty of sadness or awkwardness, but adjusting to things and going on had been almost automatic. Maybe she really was learning to be a well-adjusted person.

No, not really.

She'd spent most of her time here picking up her old training routine, going to all her old places, and tonight was no different. Rather than sit in her room, she came down to the Perk with her datapad, catching up on everything she needed to know for when she returned home. Occasionally she'd glance at her coffee cup and tell herself that next time, if she was able, she was just bringing caf here with her.

[Shhhh I have on-island time to use and I am using it. Totally open omg.]

momslilassassin

Most people don't look at invasion of weird squatty things and turtle-ducks and think "oooh, date afternoon!", but then mostly people weren't Ben Skywalker.

"This is astral," he said enthusiastically to Tahiri as they walked to the ice cream shop. "Just be sure to bounce on their heads. I learned that yesterday with Tony."

Current Mood: excited

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

If anyone could recall the dance from the night before, they would have thought that it was decorated tastefully compared to what was going on tonight. There were streamers, balloons and what appeared to be paper flower ornaments everywhere. All done in yellow and blue for the proud graduates of Fandom High, of course.

And there were the 'classic' songs from twenty years ago blaring loudly for people to dance or cringe to. Who knew Ke$ha and Justin Bieber would get to be classic pop music for future generations?

Just be glad there is an open bar.

Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Dance Floor | Open Bar | Dark Corners

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 ]]

weetuskenraider

You'd think it looked a lot like Tahiri was just taking every opportunity to practice with her (still relatively) new lightsaber. She'd tell you she had a lot of catchup to do in terms of training with and getting used to it after months of going without, and that was true, but it was also true that there was a certain shiny-new-toy factor at play.

The beach was always a good spot for it, too; for various reasons, she'd come to feel awfully connected with shorelines in a symbolic sense as well as a sentimental one. That she got to get in all that catchup training while enjoying the feel of cool sand beneath her bare feet and the sound of the waves lapping at the shore was only a bonus.

Every now and then, between drills, her thoughts drifted toward future plans, and the inevitable speculation that came with them. There were beaches on Zonama Sekot, she knew, and that was something, at least. That was a vague comfort, and it was easy enough to dispel the more unsettling thoughts by losing herself in the rhythm of her movements and the thrum of her lightsaber's blade again.

[OOC: Open beach is open, indeed.]

solo_sword

Jaina had been in sort of a strange mood yesterday, and knowing what was going on where Tiny Mom was was turning it from a strange mood into a serious one. She was doing her best to shake it off, though, and she had gotten Very Good at repression over the years.

Helping her mood was the fact that Tino was experimenting today, putting various things together to come up with new drinks. He wasn't doing too well, and his facial expressions at finding this out were nothing short of classic.

He also couldn't seem to understand why Jaina kept turning down trying them...

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

It was just about time to depart for the annual Fandom High Spring Break trip. Portals had been called, arrangements had been made and now all the group had to do was wait for the scheduled portals to appear.

The causeway was a mess of students and adults, carrying bags and talking excitedly about whatever plans the might have for the upcoming week. It was chilly in Fandom but the group was about to head to the sunny shores of Hawaii. Hope you packed your sunscreen!

[This is the general HAI WE ARE GOING TO HAWAII POST YAY. Feel free to ping on in, talk to each other, be excited, etc. Up early for maaaaaaaaximum slowplay!]

Current Mood: excited

solo_sword

After spending the day getting to know her surprise son and confirming that no one else was going to show up calling her Mom, Jaina had to bring her eight-year-old to work. In a bar. She felt like a horrible alternate universe mother for that, but upon realizing that there was no alcohol to speak of here today, it helped some. Apparently the booze had turned into chocolate milk and the like, which was great because Chak seemed interested in everything, asking "What's that?" about everything he didn't recognize, and wanting to pour drinks.

Tino looked happy about this, like he was going to get an easy night off with the kid helping out, but Jaina just shook her head and told him, "You're not getting by on child labor. Back to the bar."

[~~As per other kid events, no alcohol at the bar tonight.~~ There are however two real bartenders and one pretend one. Apparently this weekend isn't a dry one. But since it's established already things changed over for today. Oops! ]

Current Mood: momlike

weetuskenraider

Everything was done. The casing and components had been assembled for months now, and several days' solitary meditation had imbued the new crystal with the Force; after that, it had been a simple matter of some minor adjustments and some fine-tuning.

And Tahiri had a lightsaber again.

She hadn't turned it on yet; the salle seemed too enclosed and sterile for its first use, and so despite the cold, despite the boots she'd had to put on out of necessity if she wanted to keep her toes in this weather, Tahiri took the newly assembled weapon and headed out to the beach; the place where the ocean met the land, and where if she looked out over the water it seemed like it met the sky, where if she turned to look behind her she could see much of the island -- it seemed like the most appropriate locale for her first trial of the weapon that symbolized so much of her healing process over these last several years.

She stood, both feet planted easily in the sand, closing her eyes and breathing in the sharp, cold tang of the air, reaching out to tap into the Force. Only when she felt in tune with it did she reach down and unhook the lightsaber's hilt from her belt, hold it out in front of her, and thumb the power stud.

It hummed to life with the familiar snap-hiss noise, and Tahiri opened her eyes to see the area around her illuminated in . . . golden light. She supposed she might have expected that, from a citrine crystal, but she wasn't sure what color the blade would have been after her Force meditations had infused it with energy.

Her first lightsaber's blade had been blue, as had her second, though the second had been a paler shade that had always reminded her of Anakin Solo's eyes. This one . . . if it was connected to anything at all, it was connected to her memories of Fandom, of the friends she'd made here and how they'd helped her put herself back together.

That was just fine. She could live with that.

More importantly, the lightsaber really felt like it was hers, in a way she couldn't articulate. Smiling slightly to herself, and closing her eyes again, Tahiri let herself fall into the rhythm of slash and parry, feint and dodge, as both the Jedi Knight and the warrior she'd become. It felt seamless, and right, and really . . . it was good.

[OOC: I have been trying to write this for three days, grr. Open if you want!]

momslilassassin

Ben, in between fighting off what seemed like hundreds of pop-ups on his laptop ("Fill out this intensely personal survey to win a thousand dollars!" "Meet singles just like you!" "Redecorating small spaces!" "Do YOU have PTSD?!") had been getting phone messages forwarded from the phone in his dorm room.

Raven's message in particular had him puzzled.

He split his time searching for more powerful anti-viral software and doing research about Jesus ("HAVE YOU ACCEPTED JESUS AS YOUR PERSONAL SAVIOR?" "FREE BOOK OF MORMON!!!!1") in preparation for the movie afternoon he had planned with Ender and Karla.

Fixer-Uppers was open!

Current Mood: confused

life_inshadow

The shop seemed to be in decent shape, and Tara was in a low-key mood. She lit some incense and polished a display of crystals before curling up behind the counter with a goofy novel.

[OOC: Open shop, I just fail at creative!]

momslilassassin

"Thanks, but I already have something to drink," Ben said politely to the polar bear offering him a soda. He held up his coffee mug. "See?"

The bear looked very sad, then held out the drink again.

Ben sighed. "Fine, I'll take it. Thank you."

As soon as the bear left, Ben tucked the bottle into the bag by his leg and checked his chrono. He had time to finish his coffee (with ice cream) before heading to the his (insanely scrubbed out since it had spent time in the maze, thank you) shuttle to head home for the holidays.

He tapped out a few messages on his comlink to let people at home know he was coming and people here know he was leaving, glancing every now and then at the door to see if he recognized anyone to say goodbye to.

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: I'll Be Home For Christmas - Amy Grant

dontvotemeout

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

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

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

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Current Mood: excited

momslilassassin

Ben was hardly a stranger to how Stark's was set up, but it was the first time he'd been in the shop unsupervised, which was why he might look like most kids would in a candy store.

...no one ever accused him of being all that normal.

He was behind the counter bright and early that morning, fiddling around with a mouse droid and eager to ~~earn his paycheck so he could get rid of that damn arm tattoo~~ help the community with their technology woes.

Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Cradlesong - Rob Thomas

puppy_fair

This evening, there was a bit more activity going on in the preserve than the usual scampering and frolicking of the teal deer and the alots. Tonight, there were paper lanterns strung up through the branches and along the trees, there were tables set up in the clearing, and there was music. If it lacked a banner and balloons, they were hoping the glimmer of the lantern lights in the darkness made up for it.

Ino was turning seventeen, and there was only one thing to be done about it. Zack had sent out the e-mail yesterday, and he and Karla had taken care of the food and the cakes and the decorations, and, once Zack managed to get Ino to join them, they were going to celebrate!

[Up a little early for PARTY TIME goodness! Open!]

puppy_fair

"Alright, guys!" Zack's arms were crossed over his chest as he looked around the streets. ~~Handwavey~~ Messages had been left on the phones of anybody who had exchanged numbers at past Reserve meetings, Martial or Magic, and people had been told to bring whatever they needed in order to go zombie-fish hunting. "This is kind of like the time we had alligators burping goldfish, but this time, there aren't any gators, and the fish mean business. I don't want anybody setting off to face them down on their own, you hear me?"

He casually ducked as a swarm of piranha zipped by, where his head had been a moment before.

Karla sent a flare of Sapphire power after the swarm, dropping them in mid-air. Hello! They were talking here! No reason to be man-eating and rude.

"There's no reason for anyone to keep fighting while injured, or anything like that, so if you get bit or something, head back to the dorms or the clinic and have someone stitch you back up," Karla continued. "The last thing any of us want is some kind of suppurating flesh wound. They're gross."

While Karla spoke, the piranhas had undergone their zombiefication and flung themselves back up into the air, heading back for the group.

"Great. Also, it looks like you have to kill them twice."

A well-aimed Fira spell courtesy of Zack took care of the re-raised fish, and after a moment taken to poke at one of the char-broiled bodies with his toe, Zack shrugged and looked to the group.

"Let's get to it, then, and show these fish that they're messing with the wrong island!"

[This was always in the streets, ssh. OCD-Free and open to all! If you think you got a message, then you totally did, but anybody is welcome to meander on in to check out the action! Co-Written with the lovely

glacial_witch, of course!]

weetuskenraider

To make a new lightsaber, one needed -- among other things -- metal for the casing. The junkyard had plenty of that. If she'd been anywhere at home, instead of in Fandom, Tahiri would have started doing this before now; she was a little surprised at herself that she hadn't yet, actually.

With boots on to protect her feet from any sharp and/or rusty edges, she was picking through a couple of piles near her X-Wing for likely prospects. There were other things she'd need, of course: the electrical components, a power cell, and the part she didn't have the slightest clue how to find just yet, the focusing crystal. Still, she might as well get started with what she could.

[OOC: Open if you want to find her there, sure!]

momslilassassin

There was only one thing to do when your morning had consisted of looking for your lightsaber and finding a blue-haired girl waiting for you at the weapons locker instead, especially when your girlfriend, the cougar, kept trying to attack her: Ben headed to the beach.

But not before he picked up the flight simulator, which whined the entire trip down about how much Anakin must really hate him because he was never around when he turned human.

Ben sat on a blanket and wondered what would happen if he tossed all three of his problems into the water.

[OOC: Oh so open.]

Current Mood: annoyed

momslilassassin

Ben was a slightly obsessive listener to the radio, so it didn't take him long to take his speculations from his conversation with Aravis and the information from last night's broadcast and realize that dead relatives had come to visit the island.

And that his mother had not. But he was fine with that. Really. Even if Anakin had come for Jaina and Tahiri and his grandmother had shown up to see Leia and Granddad, Ben didn't need anyone crossing over from the other side to tell him he was loved. He had plenty of people who were still alive to tell him that.

Truly. So let's just ignore the giant plate of ice cream in front of the totally adjusted (really, just ask him) Skywalker, shall we?

[OOC: So very open. Ignore the piles of emo.]

Current Mood: NOT BROODING. much.
Current Music: Professor Umbridge - Nicholas Hooper

fh_beasties

A white mist began to fill the woods, rolling out from where a medium-sized stone lay on the ground. The mist was suffused with a pale white light, slowly growing brighter.

The gate was open.

They came, walking out from the trees, insubstantial at first but growing solid and more real with each passing second.

They were here. The stone had kept its promise.

[They're here! There ~~going to be~~ is some OCD which no one is in any way required to use unless they want to. People can be drawn to the woods to meet their guests, or their guests can go somewhere else on the island and people can be drawn there, or their guests can come and find them wherever they are.]

fh_beasties

The stone wasn't alive but it was, in some small sense, aware.

Centuries ago, it had been hewn from the side of a mountain and inscribed with secret words by one with both magic and a deep and abiding sense of love. The words had infused it with power and, as far as a medium-sized stone can manage it anyway, a sense of determination. One might even say stubbornness.

The light of the stars in Fandom's sky had awakened it and it had a job to do.

It sent tendrils of power sliding across the island, searching out the people who lived here and more, the people who had once lived here. They were still bound, still connected, to the island, and the stone used those connections to send its power far across the multiverse.

The power didn't demand, and it didn't threaten. It was calm and subtle and warm, like a tropical breeze, sliding through people's consciousness (or trying to, in any event; Fandom seemed to have more than its fair share of those whose minds stubbornly resisted the stone's influence) to draw out the memories of those they had loved and lost, inviting them to dream.

The stone was a straightforward sort of thing, with all the imagination one would expect of a medium-sized stone, so its message was also straightforward.

If you dream them, they will come.

It was a promise.

Pleased with itself, the stone settled into its task, secure in the knowledge that it could only be found by those it managed to entice into following the power's path to touch it.

[Glee! Ehem, yes. There's OCD for those who are coming to touch the stone and for those who want to find where the heck this weird power signature/feeling is coming from or where these people are going. Not that they'll find out, but when has that ever stopped anyone?

That people in the first thread went into the woods is FB (unless otherwise marked); touching the stone is NFB.]

endsthegame

A new term, a new day on the job, and a shop that seemed - for once - blissfully free of anything fruit-related. No amount of inspections netted Ender anything that as much as looked squishy, red, green, yellow, or edible. Every machine was running at top performance.

With a slow sigh, Ender went back to his desk, and set up his laptop. He sank down in his chair--

-- and heard something go squish.

He sighed again, loudly this time, rubbed at his forehead, and muttered a creative curse the likes of which people didn't usually manage to catch him making. Then he gingerly removed the cherry tomatoes from his seat.

Sigh.

[[ open, but slow since I'm at work! ]]

icecoldfrost

After plotting and planning, all their wicked ideas were about to come to fruition. A long stretch of beach had been roped off, and white party lights and tiki torches provided the illumination for Sookie's birthday party. Orchids and other exotic flowers covered the tables, and each girl was presented with a lei or flower crown upon arrival. A pair of very attractive ~~NPC~~ bartenders were staffing the two open bars, and at the birthday girl's private table, there was a cake.

This is what happened when people left planning up to Emma, Karla, and poor, wide-eyed Bobby.

At least Bobby hadn't been expected to handle things like flowers or decorations. He was thankful for that. Food, though. Food was easy. There was a wide selection of ~~moddable~~ dishes from just about every establishment on the island. Okay, so he'd gone a little overboard. And maybe off-theme since some of the dishes were decidedly non-Tiki-Party-ish, but his heart was in the right place.

The dress code that had been written on the invitations was being enforced; swimsuits, or dress-casual summer wear, and everyone had to take a turn acting as Cabana Boy (or Girl) to the Guest of Honor.

Of course, Bobby was on hand to make sure that nobody took too long of a turn, because, hey. Girlfriend. His prerogative. Something like that.

Though if people wanted to play Cabana Boy/Girl for other party goers, it's doubtful anyone would complain.

[OOC: OCD is up for great SP party justice!]

Current Mood: devious

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

As the sun started to set, the lights officially came on at the new community center! The building was now complete, its walls gleaming and solid in the waning light. As people began to arrive, they would notice decorations lining the tiled and bright corridors, leading them towards the large auditorium where the dance was being held.

Once inside the auditorium, there were more decorations. Streamers in the colors of summer hung from the rafters and painted the walls. There were fresh flowers in every corner and on every table, bringing fragrance and festiveness to the room. The lights were low in the auditorium, dimmed to provide both mood and setting to this party in the evening.

There were several long tables stocked full with foods of all kinds and there was even a bar with an expert bartender who'd be happy to serve you. Tips were welcome but not mandatory. Large speakers hung in the corners of the room, installed to provide the latest and greatest sound system to the new building.

Everything was completed, everything was ready so it was time to enjoy yourselves!

[OCD UP! Have fun! | Arrive | Food/Mingling | Shadowy Corners | Ladies Room | Mens Room | Dancing | OOC | Post II]

Current Mood: good

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

Firekeeper had been grooming the horses when a rain of oranges came tumbling down from the loft above her. Climbing up to investigate was foiled by a similar barrage of lemons.

With a shrug, Firekeeper and Blind Seer went to go refill the horses' feed...only to find limes nestled in amongst the haybales.

Right.

Chores done, Firekeeper grabbed some of the fruit and then headed outside with Blind Seer.

The Gig was open, and definitely not in danger of contracting scurvy.

[ooc: No OCD. I... woke up really wanting a glass of orange juice.]

unborn-renegade.livejournal.com

For the first time, it was Jak who took the first talking shift. "Hey, guys. We're in the shooting range for a reason," he said, nodding at the... well, the scenery behind him. "Some of you probably haven't used a gun before. Some of you haven't had enough practice. So we're getting some practice in today. If you don't know what you're doing, me and Triela are going to give a demonstration." This was probably the wordiest anyone was ever going to see him, so, y'know. "Practice safety in the range. Don't keep your finger over the trigger. Remember that firing any gun is going to give you some recoil, so brace yourself."

He squared his shoulders. "But I'm sure Triela'll give you the run through," he finished. "Anyway, you've got your short range," point at the shotgun, "Your long range," at which he held up his Morph Gun, blaster attachment attached, "Snipers, handguns, semi-automatics, automatics..." He trailed off. "Lots of guns." You know. To keep things simple.

Kennedy was mostly keeping her mouth shut on this one, guns and slayage not being particularly compatible activities in her experience; for today, she'd mostly be standing there looking serious, kind of daring anyone in the group to goof off so she could get up in their face about it.

Zack, on the other hand, was going to keep his mouth shut, stand there looking serious, and occasionally crack a little smile as he looked around the group. He liked people! He couldn't help it!

"Please, be sure to pay careful attention to everything you're shown today, if you're planning on handling any of the guns," he stated. "I probably don't have to tell you that, because most of you guys have a healthy respect for most weaponry, but it's important enough that it's worth stating. I'll have to give you stern looks and a lecture or something if any of you get hurt."

bitchprince

It was the Monday after graduation, and Arthur's nerves were hitting an all-time high.

Not that he'd admit it.

They were packed and ready: Arthur had his dog and his horses, Merlin had his owl. Several bags strapped to each of the horses, enough food for the trip home, if they wound up anywhere near where he and Merlin had gotten thrown off course the first time around.

Arthur didn't give the castle as much as a passing glance. But he had put out a few messages to anyone who might care to see him leave, and advised Morgana and Merlin to do the same.

Today, they would try to go home -- and dammit, they would succeed. He couldn't think anything less if he was going to take this path.

[[ open. not, in fact, the last post of the camelot kids in fandom, but probably a, if not the last chance to make your goodbyes to the lot all in one place. so have at! ]]

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!]

solo_sword

Jaina had meant to set out to see if the junkyard was still underwater, 'cause she had a droid to work on and was missing some key parts, but she'd gotten a little turned around in town and and ended up outside the coffee shop. And she thought, well, there weren't many people around, and she had always wanted to try caf... Her dad told her she couldn't have any because it would stunt her growth. Her dad had no idea that caffeine wouldn't make a lick of difference there. Besides, he wasn't here now...

So Jaina went inside, asked for directions, and hey, while she was getting herself unturned around, could she order a caf. They didn't have caf, so instead she got a small coffee, and she took it back to a table. Her feet didn't reach the ground in the chair she was sitting in, and she'd had take the lid off the cup so she could blow on it for what felt like forever so it was cool enough, and then decided it was safe enough to try.

"....Yuck."

Maybe it was an acquired taste. She'd just keep trying it, because grownups did it all the time, and then when she reached the end she'd be a tiny caffeinated eight-year-old and then where would you all be?

[So open. And now I want coffee.]

Current Mood: thirsty

atreideslioness

Tyler seemed a little worn-out as the group gathered today. "Welcome to the end of the school year," he said flatly. "Next weekend, finals are done and we're pulling up stakes until things settle in a little for the summer. Let's make our fights today worth it. Deadpool, Anakin -- show the kids how it's done."

Ghanima nodded crisply in agreement before rattling off the other matches quickly and efficiently. "Get to it," she added. "I'm curious to see the results of today's fights."

weetuskenraider

Tahiri was actually doing pretty well after the weekend and then Jaina taking off abruptly, all things considered. "Pretty well" didn't mean "just fine," though, and though there was the slight matter of retraining her Yuuzhan Vong instinct to dismiss such statements as foolish displays of her own weakness she would definitely admit to it.

She didn't have to admit to it for Ben to worry, of course, because he did that.

So this could only mean one thing: go to have ice cream, naturally.

[OOC: She's here for

momslilassassin, but open for your ice cream needs, or if you want to pester Tahiri.]

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