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glacial_queen

Karla had danced this dance before. After spending the last few days dreaming about her parents, she knew to pack up Kayla and Warren and head to the island this weekend. She'd also invited Cora and Nyles to come along, but neither had seen the appeal of visiting her insane island to meet more adults. Well, that wasn't entirely true; Cora was intrigued by the idea of seeing the place they had met, but as soon as Karla had mentioned that her parents would likely be there, Cora had demurred. She was still very reticent about meeting new members of the Blood. And Nyles had no intentions of going anywhere without Cora, especially if it meant rubbing elbows with yet more aristos, so it was only Warren, Karla, and Kayla who stepped through the portal and into the park.

When she arrived, she sent a small pulse through the Ebon-gray, a kind of announcement of her arrival for anyone who could feel it. Yes, if she wanted to, she could search for her parents' Jewels and go to them, but...it was a beautiful day with her daughter in the park. Karla's parents could come to them. She set out a blanket while Warren cuddled Kayla and prepared to relax. Even if it took them awhile to arrive--as it so often did--Karla was going to enjoy the day with her family.

[Open for other visitors as well!]

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.

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?

life_inshadow

When Tara got to Fandom Friday night, it had been with plans of a quiet weekend dancing in her head. When she woke up, it was two days later, she was in the park, she was damp from rain, and all she had to show for it was a bunch of strange dreams about being a house. The island's sense of humor sort of sucked.

She went to the Perk to get some chai and wait for her portal back to Sunnydale. Her phone buzzed as she sat down, and she glanced at it to see a text from Willow.

Oz is gone. I only want to be with you. Come home & I'll make everything up to you?

Tara felt warmer from that message than from the tea. And all of a sudden, her portal couldn't come soon enough.

[OOC: Open like a coffee shop!]

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

Sure, there'd just been an event a couple weeks ago at homecoming, but uh, that hadn't gone exactly as planned. So tonight the community center had been decorated in reds and oranges and yellows, several pumpkins had been repurposed from Halloween to serve as decorations, hay bales (don't ask) and there was a large (glittery) sign reading

STUDENT COUNCIL PRESENTS
THE HARVEST HAYRIDE PARTY

Here you go, Fandom. A nice, normal start to a totally nice, normal weekend.

[Open to students, teachers, townies and alumni!]

endsthegame

Ender had expected some sense of nostalgia when he opened up the shop that morning - for the very last time. And he did, but it was nothing acute, no deep longing in the pit of his stomach: more like the tingle at the edge of a bruise, knowing it was the first sign of healing some terrible damage.

"You seem happy," Jane observed. "Finally done pretending to do good, wholesome blue collar work?"

"No," Ender said, sitting back in his seat. "I'm just ready to resign."

He went through the motions for the rest of the day, doing maintenance on the machines out back and poking at old research projects. But none of it really seemed to stick when it came down to it, and by the end of the day, on his way out, he knocked on the door frame and said, "I resign."

He wasn't just talking to the shop.

[[ open! ]]

Current Music: 'Out Of My Bed', Krezip

momslilassassin

Ben was back for his last shift at his job and was making the most of his time (and his last paycheck) by putting together a ~~small mountain~~ pile of electronics that he was going to take with him when he left.

You know, just in case he needed them in space with Ender.

He'd just started feeling a little bit maudlin about things coming to an end and how much he'd miss it here when kumquats rained down from the ceiling.

...maybe he wouldn't miss it all.

Current Mood: nostalgic

life_inshadow

So this was Tara's last shift in the Magic Box ever. She'd planned to spend it cleaning and reminiscing, but the Pine Sol-and-memories routine came to an abrupt halt when she read an email she'd gotten from housing at UC-Sunnydale that said the dorms' no-pets policy would not make an exception, even for what Tara assured them, with only a tiny bit of stretching the truth, was a totally mellow sweetheart of a cat.

"Sorry, Moxy," she told the cat, who had followed her to work. "Looks like I'm going to have to either find you a new home, rent a cheap apartment fast, or convince my roomie you're a really realistic stuffed animal."

Moxy, who'd been busily hunting a house fly, had no response.

[OOC: Open Magic Box, no OCD!]

poison-pretty.livejournal.com

Karla had been patrolling this morning and, Mother Night, was it such a rush. The ability to do as she pleased--so long as she was obeying the rules, of course!--when she pleased and where she pleased was practically intoxicating. She'd been skulking and hiding for so long, hoarding her Craft like a miser, Bah! What kind of life was what? She should have known she was on the wrong side from the moment she'd realized she couldn't be a proper witch as long as she was with the Resistance.

She was using Craft right now, in fact. There were flamingos and the odd squirrel that sometimes took it into their head to make noises at her. Karla was showing them exactly why one didn't sass one of the High Inquisitor's most faithful. No fatalities yet, but the reek of scorched feathers and singed fur lay heavy in the air.

In all, it was a good day.

[Anyone interested in talking to/tangling with an Imperio'd Karla before Ghanima fixes her, now is the time!]

world-enchanted.livejournal.com

Every time Tara came into the shop, she expected the worst. It operated in a grey zone -- as long as almost nothing was on display except worthless plastic amulets and smelly incense, most of the time Umbridge and her goons let it be.

But that was only most of the time. There'd been a couple bad days over the last few years.

But today things were as normal as they ever were, so Tara started her day unpacking a shipment of Chinese Zodiac 2013 calendars. At lunch, she might take a risk by locking the door and letting herself into the real supplies to see what she could cobble together for Saturday, but that had to wait until she could be certain no one would wander in.

[OOC: Open shop! Any discussion of the Magic Box stocking anything with real magic is for resistance broadcast only.]

glacial_queen

After a long "discussion" about the proper venue (Re: argument with much grumping and sulking, and plenty of each on both sides), Karla and Jono had agreed to have a modest birthday dinner at Il Pollo, as opposed to, say, Cafe Fina (Karla's choice) or nothing at all, ever, okay, maybe a lager but not out in public, bloody hell, Karla (Jono's choice). The food was tasty, filling, and good; not particularly expensive; and varied enough that no matter the dietary restrictions or tastebuds, anyone invited would be able to find something to eat.

The invitations were sent out via email and text, as befitting the informality of the affair (which Karla had reluctantly agreed to since Jono had gone to the dance as instructed). She'd been able to commandeer a small private banquet room, in deference to the number of people invited, and the reservation had been made for seven, with people invited to show up a little bit earlier for drinks. Dessert was going to be a collection of cannolis and a cupcakes, so there'd be plenty of different types to sample.

With an (admittedly smug) smile, Karla helped herself to a glass of wine and toasted the grumpy birthday boy, waiting for the invited guests to show up.

[Said grumpy birthday boy modded with permission. Open restaurant and if you think you got an invite, you absolutely did! No OCD, feel free to make all the messy threads you want!]

furnaceface

Jono had a sore back.

Jono had a sore back, and a sore front. His top wasn't doing so well, either, and neither was his bottom. As a matter of fact, it was probably safe to say that all of Jono was actually feeling pretty bloody rotten.

Yes, he'd gone back to New York to do more training with the New Warriors.

Yes, he'd sparred against Jubilee, and no, she wasn't faring much better than he was at the moment. If you asked either of them, it had been a much-needed tussle. Neither one of them was the sort to get over their frustrations by sitting still, after all.

Still, Jono wasn't doing anything today but sit sprawled out in a chair in his office, feet up on the desk, reading. Turning the page to a Vonnegut novel was about the upper limit of his physical capacity at least until some of the bruises started to fade, damn it.

[Open, and OCD-Freeeee.]

life_inshadow

Oblivious to certain events elsewhere, Tara passed a quiet but productive day at the shop. The stereo was playing an old Carole King album, Moxy napped on a pile of altar cloths, and the crystals were being polished until they shone.

She was quite content.

[OOC: Open magic shop!]

life_inshadow

Without really thinking about it, Tara washed down Sudafed for her allergies with a large cup of coffee. She had stayed up far too late trying to translate a tricky spell, and she figured the caffeine would help.

Tara was now going to jitter around the shop for the rest of the day, and try to steer clear of anything breakable.

[OOC: Method RP is my life. Open shop.]

life_inshadow

Tara was fussing over the accounting software at the Magic Box today. She'd never exactly been trained on it, she just kind of picked things up as she went along. It seemed, too, like the shop basically ran itself.

... except for when it didn't. The budget refused to balance for her, and anyone who came into the shop today might find Tara squinting at a pile of receipts and then at the computer screen as if the mystery of the missing $85 would reveal itself if she just looked hard enough.

[OOC: Open shop!]

life_inshadow

Tara had just opened the shop when a goat wandered in through the open doors, looked at Tara with baleful eyes, and began deliberately munching on some jewelry and poultices on a sale table.

"Excuse me," Tara said uncertainly. "If you're a student trying to cure yourself, that's ... not gonna help, sorry."

The goat didn't answer, other than by moving along to graze on some dreamcatchers.

"Hey," Tara said indignantly. "Those kind of cost a lot of money? So, uh ... m-maybe don't eat them?"

The goat's only response was to look even sadder at being reprimanded as it continued to eat. And then a second goat joined it. This one seemed to like the taste of spellbooks.

Tara sighed and did her best to move the really valuable stuff out of the reach of goats while she attempted to persuade her guests to leave. Unless she figured out they needed to be punched -- which was unlikely, because Tara -- this was going to be a long day.

[OOC: Open magic shop with minor goat problem!]

endsthegame

Well, all right, Cafe Fina didn't have milkshakes, but it did have good food; Ender had a feeling Ben would forgive him for it. Especially considering that the first words out of Ender's mouth as he sat down at one of the tables were "I'm paying."

He figured that would work out okay for Tara, too.

"I still maintain you would have been better off going to that gaudy pizza place," Jane whispered gleefully in his ear. "He could smother his face in cheese and she could pretend like it wasn't disgusting."

Next time, he was leaving the Bluetooth at home, though.

[[ for they who are with him! ]]

life_inshadow

Tara had never been a pony before, and -- after the awkward oh-god-how-do-I-walk phase -- she actually found herself enjoying it.

She got wings. Wings, and a horn, and a pretty purple tail. Tara made for one self-satisfied pony.

She'd spent a lot of the day just flying along the island's coastline, but as dusk grew she centered in on the preserve and found a nice meadow. She meant to just take a rest there, but eventually she began nosing through the grasses to look for any herbs with magical properties. Not that she was exactly in any position to carry them back to the shop now, but it still never hurt to know about new resources.

If once in a while she hovered over the ground a bit more than was strictly necessary -- well, that part was just for fun.

[OOC: Open preserve!]

life_inshadow

UC-Sunnydale had sent out its course catalog for the fall. Call Tara a geek, but once the shop was in order she was going to spend her shift thumbing through it and trying to pick out exactly the perfect classes, even though there were weeks left before she could register officially.

It was going to be weird, going back to math and English lit after three years of Fandom classes. She was surprised how very vanilla the class list read, for a school near a Hellmouth; she would have thought they'd at least sneak in something on demonology, even if they pretended it was based on myths.

Her universe had strange priorities.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

life_inshadow

Tara probably would have never found out the island was being a little, uh, extra special today if it wasn't for the fact she dropped a box full of prebrewed potion bases all over the freshly-mopped floor. The vials broke, and it turned out one "safe" potion was ... not so safe to poor, innocent linoleum.

The "OH, MILKY FIDDLING DAGNABBIT" that she came out with could probably be heard across the street.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

life_inshadow

Over the last three years, Tara had grown to like the quiet break weeks on the island. This one, though, was a bit harder because her classmates were going -- even if she'd kept her head low and avoided goodbyes.

There might have been another reason May 3 wasn't the happiest day on her personal calendar, too.

She tried not to dwell on any of it as she reorganized the bookshelves.

[OOC: Open shop, vaguely emo witch!]

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]

Loki was reading about the habits and customs of an obscure demon that he was not rightly certain even existed where he was from. And yet, he was reading about them all the same.

You never knew when something like that could come in handy, after all.

When he wasn't doing that, however, he was busy mocking the supposed 'shippers' of his brother's teammates. It was a fun way to spend the day.

life_inshadow

This was Tara's last time opening Magic Box as a student, or semi-student, or whatever you were the week between your last exam and graduation day.

She'd be a little more worked up about that aspect if she didn't know that the next week she'd be back to open the shop as Tara Maclay, high school graduate and Fandom resident.

But she did want the shop to look neat for any parents who might come in over the weekend, so she'd spend to day straightening what Shira had already straightened. Sorry, Shira.

[OOC: Open shop, OCD did not survive all the cleaning!]

dollpocalypse

The rules had been explained. The supplies had been distributed. The sun was down, the preserve was nice and secluded, the squirrels and other assorted wildlife were armed with tiny helmets and equipment that Topher certainly hadn't ordered, and there was no school board here to disapprove.

Welcome to Paintball 2012.

[[no OCD, but open for joining in/stumbling across the game! equipment and a list of the rules are stationed around, home base is back at Caritas, and that rule about sticking to the preserve is SO getting forgotten in all the chaos. HAVE FUN!]]

life_inshadow

Tara thought about simply not opening the shop today, but a step outside her dorm room convinced her otherwise. The lizards, bunnies, and blue ... whatever-they-weres seemed to be swarming fast, and the magic shop might be a key place for fighters to find supplies.

Unlike the last time she'd gotten this particular bright idea, Tara made sure she was well-armed enough to make it through the attackers without any special complications.

She arrived at the shop with only slight damage to her skirt, set up an illusion spell so most of the shelves in the shop would look empty, pulled a couple of gag gifts to the tables around the counter, and arranged a sign in the window:

Welcome to the Magic Box!
Card Tricks & Capes, 50% Off

The totally wholesome and normal shop full of magician's wares was open.

[OOC: OCD-free is the way to be!]

life_inshadow

Tara was happy and tired when she got to the shop today. Happy because she'd been doing magic with Rinoa the night before, tired because ... well, because she'd been doing magic with Rinoa the night before.

It turned out that a good magic date felt a lot like a good regular date. Between that and the fashion show, her faint weekend funk about her total lack of kids had all but vanished.

She turned up some Prince on the store stereo and bopped along as she refilled the jars of powdered herbs.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

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

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

life_inshadow

Tara noticed Annie's table in the lobby on her way to work this morning, and that reminded her that prom would be tomorrow. She was a bit ambivalent: It was her last school dance as an actual student, but she'd never been big on going to dances on her own. (Or on dances, period, but the whole prospect was far less frightening when she had a date.)

Eh. She'd put on something pretty, hang out, maybe talk somebody into a dance or two. Maybe not her dream night, but it was far less pathetic than the alternative of staying in with Mr. Moxy.

That decision made, she turned her attention to sorting out the books about alternate dimensions. She was still trying to figure out if what had happened to the Tara in Kennedy's world needed to have any bearing on her actual future.

{OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

life_inshadow

Tara was late to work again, and this time she didn't even have the excuse of a lost key. She looked around guiltily when she got in -- grateful that, at least, she didn't seem to have missed any customers -- and set to work cleaning the potions section. It didn't matter how often she did it; there seemed to always be something leaking on the floor back there.

[OOC: Open shop! I may be slow.]

life_inshadow

Yeah, you know what was helpful in opening a store? Having your key. Tara seriously about took her room apart before deciding to just magic the lock open. And then she had to find a lock-magicing spell that didn't involve possibly blowing up the door, which also took some time.

But that was past, and now she was in the store, and ...

Where the hell was the codex of magical supplies she had wanted to use to help track down stuff for Kennedy?

[OOC: Open post, frustrated witch!]

brat_inslayage

Freaking finally-- two weeks ago was the last she'd heard from Portalocity about the state of the network in her dimension, but when Kennedy got the call yesterday that they were up and running she'd wasted no time booking that complimentary priority portal they promised her. Luckily it was a slow week, Slayage-wise. Nothing Willow couldn't handle if it came up-- which was about the gist of the pep talk Kennedy'd given her before leaving. Anyway, a couple of the Sunnydale vets (they called themselves, like they were Just That Qualified Already) were reasonably close to New York in case something came up.

Ergo portal, Fandom, visit, because she'd been itching to come back for weeks now. She barely waited until she'd stepped out onto the causeway to start making calls to friends; the last half year had done nothing to make her a more patient person, sadly.

And okay, maybe it had been a long time, or maybe it was the Slayer metabolism, or both, because she'd forgotten how hungry portal travel made her, so after checking into a hotel room (she was so making the most of this visit) she headed right for J,GoB and proceeded to order... oh, about two of everything. Hey, she figured that way she could share.

She was grinning as she leaned back in her chair by the window, scarfing a muffin in between gulps of coffee. Damn, she'd missed this place.

[[so, so open. feel free to mod a call/text if you want, or, you know, public place.

eta: it's probably worth noting, as a warning, that all threads contain at least some reference to kennedy's recent canon catchup, so there is mention of violence. also, kennedy's conversation with tara(for the sake of my brain let's say that one's last) contains in-depth discussion of death and is kind of heavy, so consider that a content warning.]]

glacial_queen

Something weird was going on with the island today. Karla was going to be grateful that the craziness had skipped her this time and celebrate in true Fandom fashion:

She was going to sit at one of the tables in near a big window, with a cup of coffee and a bowl of ice cream and watch the madness.

Yup.

life_inshadow

Lenore was cursing herself for being such a fucking cliche as she perched on top of a tombstone, drumming her heels impatiently against the marble.

So it was a cliche: The vampire hanging out in a graveyard. But she still hadn't figured out where she was, and graveyards tended to be a good place to get a bead on a the supernatural culture of a town. She'd hang out here, see who else wandered in.

Besides. Everyplace else she went reeked of living people. She normally didn't have a problem staying dry, but it was better she not challenge herself too much.

[OOC: Open graveyard!]

life_inshadow

Tara spent much of her workday absorbed in a spellbook that had come in as part of a shipment of antique books. The magic content of the book was totally normal from what she could tell, but it was rare to find an old book written by a witch with a sense of humor. She'd have to share the passage about Haxil beasts and pregnancy cravings with some of the Wiccans she knew online.

The shop was open, and Tara would unpack the rest of the books anytime now.

[OOC: Open shop/no OCD]

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! ]]

life_inshadow

A room at the community center had been set up for a perfectly innocent slumber party that was in no way intended to promote girlkissy. Streamers were tacked to the walls, a buffet table held a range of late-night nibblies with a bias toward the sweet end of the spectrum, and a sound system played current pop and dance songs. Blankets, pillows and sleeping bags were heaped neatly along one wall, ready to be put into use by anyone with the inclination to stay the night.

Depending on your inclinations, this was either an innocent celebration of the start of spring break, or the ideal way for Fandom's young women to explore their Sapphic urges. Either way, it promised to be a good night.

life_inshadow

As soon as she got to the shop today, Tara put all supplies that could be used in love charms away at the top of a locked cabinet. Not that she thought anybody on the island would use those things for ill, just, well, she knew her judgement was a little off at this point, and she was sure nobody else's was much better.

Once that was done, she set to polishing the shop's collection of crystals. It helped work off energy, even if the motion felt disturbingly suggestive.

[OOC: Open shop. OCD is off chasing true love.]

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

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. Come one, come all, for your speed dating and getting drunk before speed dating!

At 8:00 promptly, the lights went dark. And then, The Final Countdown began... but there was no GOB. After a minute, he rushed the stage in a panic. "Wait, this is tonight? Isn't this [microphone feedback] usually on Saturdays? Wait, today's Sunday? I have no [microphone feedback]ing idea what day it is."

"Ahem. Thank you, everyone, for coming out here out tonight. This is 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."

A zombie keytarist hit a key that started to play a recorded sound of bed springs... springing... suggestively. Love was in the keytar, apparently.

"And that's when it'll be time to move on to your next date. Got it? Good. Now just remember, if you're a lady 18 or older who doesn't like your options, I'm a solid backup plan. You can find me at the bar after the dates, or just come on up whenever you want."

[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.~~ complete! Epic thanks to

mouthy_merc and

also_audrey for helping get the OCD together.

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 Sunday, but if you need to finish things up on Monday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post ~~will go up on Sunday.~~ is up!

I may pass out now.]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

The town hall had been transformed into a ballroom fit for a queen (and/or king. Or multiples thereof). The ceiling was resplendent in ribbons of royal purple, gold and white, and castle murals adorned the walls.

As they entered, tonight's guests were offered their choice of crown or tiara. Over by the photographer ~~who doesn't have a thread because that's what happens when you post at 6:30 in the morning~~, there was a pair of thrones set up to really complete the theme.

And- of course there was glitter. Really, people, did you even need to ask?

Anyway, the doors were open, the punch was as of yet unspiked... welcome to your 2012 Valentines Ball, Fandom!

[ooc: ocd up! up early for timezones and because i was awake already anyway. second post will go up later if/when it's needed! here, have some links for great threading justice: arrival/mingling / punch and food / shadowy corners / chaperones / dance floor / ooc ]

life_inshadow

Tara had to spend much of her morning on the phone, fighting with a distributor.

"No, see, we, um ... we can't use willow bark when it's fermented." Pause. "Well, but then it's just aspirin. No, I don't want a discount on my next order!"

Refund finally secured, she sighed and flopped into the seat behind the counter. This stuff stressed her out.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

The shop had the longing smell of burnt plastic when Loki arrived today, forcing him to keep the door firmly open to rid the place of it. Sometimes this place could be strange even for him and yesterday was a good example of that

So, in the meanwhile, Loki was sitting on top of the counter, book open in his lap as he read. Just in case something attempted to hug him.

Ugh, dolls.

[We don't need no stinkin' OCD]

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Tara didn't see any creepy dolls on her way into work, but her blissful ignorance came to a halt when she spotted a crowded shelf of new merchandise.

She didn't remember placing an order for bedraggled old dolls, and they didn't seem like the kind of thing a magic shop needed to have on hand, but ... maybe one of the other employees had ordered them? Maybe dolls were used in some magical tradition she didn't know?

The thing was, the dolls were giving off a really strong don't-touch-me vibe, and Tara was inclined to obey such feelings. She retreated to the counter to handle some paperwork and tried to ignore the feeling she was being watched.

[OOC; Open, creeptastic Magic Box!]

furnaceface

Jono had been... less than pleased this morning to wake up with breasts.

This displeasure was mitigated slightly by the fact that it meant that he fit into almost all of his old clothing again. And, while he looked maybe slightly ridiculous sporting black leather with grey skin and an old, slightly scorched Pearl Jam t-shirt from his high school days, at least he had enough experience wrapping himself up to be confident that the old leather bandages that he was wearing under his shirt today were going to keep him from... flopping around unnecessarily.

Now, if only all of his problems were solved so easily. Today he was alternating between going over notes from the auditions for Petey Sci-Fi, and thumping the back of his head against the filing cabinet when obvious casting choices beyond roles for the three men who had shown up didn't just leap up off the page at him.

Clearly, he needed to take better notes.

[Open, and flying without OCD. I swear, casting choices will be made as soon as I manage to catch my partner in crime online again.]

life_inshadow

Tara had brought Mr. Moxy to work with her today, and watched him chase dust bunnies around the bookshelves until he got bored with it and fell asleep.

This taught her two things. First, her workday would be much easier if she were a cat.

Second, they needed to sweep under the bookshelves more often.

The Magic Box was open, and Tara was armed with a broom and some Windex.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

life_inshadow

Tara had gotten Kennedy's text a few days before -- not that her response was doing anything besides sitting in her out box with a error message. Still, any week she heard anything from Sunnydale was a good one, even if she really wished her ex wasn't still prepping for an apocalypse. Thinking about what that could mean tended to give Tara a stomach ache.

But that was a worry she couldn't do anything about, so Tara set it to the side. The shop was quiet so far, and there wasn't any new merchandise she had to deal with. Tara put a Sarah MacLachlan CD on the store stereo and made herself a pot of peppermint tea, prepared for what she hoped would be another low-key day.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD.]

life_inshadow

Tara heard Natalie say something about being late for work while she was drying her hair, but her roommate was gone before she could ask what kind of job she had. Huh. Anyhow, Tara didn't think about it too much before she got to her own job and set to work unpacking a large load of herbs.

She was irritated by it. No, literally: One of the powders was leaking and giving her a mild purple rash on her hands.

She should really start wearing gloves.

[OOC: Open magic shop, no OCD.]

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Tara couldn't quite explain why, but there was always something shiny about being at work for the first time in a few weeks -- especially when that matched with a new semester and a new year. It meant new stock to geek over and arrange and new paperwork to fill in and, okay, she even liked having new dust bunnies to chase in the storage room.

Tara Maclay was a strange, strange Wiccan sometimes.

The shop was open anyhow.

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This was it, ladies and gentlemen. The Boards, newly under the direction of Troy Bolton and Jonothon Starsmore was proud to present:

The Winter Holiday Showcase!
Come one, come all, to a celebration
of Fandom's diversity!

Enjoy musical and dramatic performance
many of the different worlds
represented on our fair island.

Tickets were still available at the box office; enjoy the show!

[~~Aaand wait for OCD!~~ OCD is up!]

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