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Originally, this was going to be a much smaller event, but then Fandom had to be Fandom and Portalocity had to be Portalocity, and now Zoe was wondering if there would be enough food for everyone or if she'd have to get things from the local restaurants.

For the moment though, everything was set up nicely. There were tables and chairs set up with blue and gold tablecloths, each covered with glitter from years of use. There were balloons, streamers, and other slightly tasteful decorations, also covered in glitter from years of being stored with things that were also covered in glitter. Don't worry, no one had died from a glitter overdose yet.

Once the food was set out and the (non-tainted) punch was ready, it seemed like things were as good to go as they'd ever be. If things got too crowded, hopefully a fire marshal wasn't among the folks who had come back to town.

[We appear to have broken the post, huzzah! Please use these links to get around: Arrive/Mingle | Food/Drink | Dancing | Shadowy Corner | Corner of 2005 | OOC]
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Many years ago (Tim didn't care to count just how many), this was where he and Gwynn had had their first date. If you didn't count going off to save people possessed by an Unseelie Fae and a Vampire.

He thought then, that this would be the perfect place to ask her something very important.

He held the door for her, since he'd gotten to it first and it was just good manners.

[For Gwynn, but naturally open for anyone who wants to dine here.]
[identity profile] 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.
[identity profile] 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!]

Atlas Gym, Thursday

Thursday, July 26th, 2012 11:34 am
[identity profile] sonofgreathern.livejournal.com
The resistance was full of some rather tough characters, as Tim knew from experience. So he was careful to keep in tip top fighting shape.

In addition to a regular work out, he trained with his sword as often as he could.

The problem was, when he did, it kept bringing back memories of the girl who had taught him most of what he knew. A girl who had had to be...

He paused in his routine to take a few deep breaths. Don't think about her, don't think about her.

[Open, naturally.]
[identity profile] hiddenkilt.livejournal.com
Few people back home would recognize the clean cut young man sitting outside the Perk Monday afternoon, a cup of tea to one side, a stack of papers, recipes, and a notebook laid out in front of him. He was freshly shaven, his hair nicely combed and entirely naturally colored -- he was even wearing a sweater vest. A sweater vest. And he was diligently working away on this week's lesson plan for his class.

There was absolutely nothing suspicious about Boaz Priestly. He worked very hard to keep it that way.

He was at least wearing a t-shirt underneath his sweater vest with a picture of a crocodile playing electric guitar. He refused to give up his awesome t-shirts entirely.

[ooc: for other fine upstanding citizens of the island, or at least those pretending to be]
[identity profile] not-the-irs.livejournal.com
Now firmly under the control of Mr. White, the Auditors were becoming a little... more coordinated. They had found some of their powers failing that morning, which was terrifying, but then Mr. White had given them that look and they had given in to their bodies' apprehensiveness and scurried off.

Now...

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

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

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

Another unanimous nodding session.

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

More nodding.

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

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

"CHARGE!" Mr. White yelled.

The throat protested. Interesting.

Seven hundred Auditors charged through the streets of Fandom.

[[ ocd up! Have at! Note that after this, all of Fandom besides the school and dorms is gone, so be sure to read the OCD. Also, if you need an excuse to get your character out of the affected areas, the Auditors are everywhere and they're going to be very hard to miss. ]]
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For as long as Zoe could remember, she'd always had to be the solid one in any given group. When Wash had died, she'd known instantly that she couldn't let her emotions show in front of anyone but the ghost in her quarters. It was Mal's job to fly off the handle, to swear and shoot people, and it was her job to be a rock, and to bring him back to stability.

In Fandom, the situation was very much the same every time something terrible happened. Zoe knew that no matter how bad things got, she had to be strong, because falling apart in front of the students, or even the teachers, just wasn't an option.

Which, she supposed, made Anakin her Mal here, if only because imagining Deadpool in tight pants made Zoe's brain do things it oughtn't.

Cameron was gone. Her family was gone. Only Grace was left, and that was because Zoe wasn't letting her more than an arms length away. Her handwavey radio call for an emergency town hall meeting wasn't just about gathering information and rallying everyone together, although it was certainly damn time for that. Hopefully, it would provide a good head count for who was still left on the island. However many people came, it wouldn't be enough to make Zoe feel better, but maybe it would be a start.

[OCD is up! Have at it!]

Caritas- Tuesday

Tuesday, December 6th, 2011 05:55 pm
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Kitty had spent most her day at the library, and she honestly thought there were more worthwhile things to do with her time tonight than serving drinks. But she also realized that people might need some sort of distraction where they didn't have to look outside at all the black and could get a drink if they needed it, and so she was behind the bar tonight.

Tino was somewhere not here. Good thing she came in, then.
[identity profile] 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 ]
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Tim set down the comic with a sigh. "Galaxy Quest and Zombies. The genre has now gone and jumped the undead shark." In his opinion anyway. "At least the creators of Space Battles are still holding out."

He took a look around the store, just making sure everything was in order. At closing time he would be heading back to his apartment for the last time, just to get his things. He thought he'd be sadder to leave this time around than he was. Maybe it was because the most important Fandomite to him wasn't on the island anyway.

[Android's Dungeon is open of course. This will be Tim's last post as a townie. Next stop is Expat Land.]
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Momoko had, as promised, gone out to see if she could find what had happened to Karla. Leaving the dorms to head into town for information led Momoko to her first clue almost immediately - a giant stone wall... no, a series of stone walls. That started near the dorms but seemed to be all over?

She spent some time walking around town, examining the walls, trying to figure out what it all meant, until finally she reached the dorms again and it suddenly clicked why it seemed so familiar. Dinah had one! Or, well, Ms Helena did.

"A hedge maze! Only it's stone!" Momoko stared. "So this is the weird thing the radio was talking about? They couldn't just say Karla and the others got lost in a maze? I am totally teasing her about this later."

Wait... The maze didn't belong here!




[open!]
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Tim's midterms had gone well. Then he'd had to deal with a bunch of drunk Boggarts and Imps.

Things had gone just fine, though he was a bit bruised, and smelled of ale, mead, and he didn't want to try to identify what else. He sighed as he tossed his duffle bag and sword on the counter. His life was not like other people's. And of course, it had all started...

Things I Learned in High School )

[Open! But the pixies are gone.]
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Having woken up this morning to a strange sensation while rolling over in bed, Tim had discovered that Fandom was up to it's old tricks once again. Fortunately his clothes still fit, and he still had some hair ties from last time.

So, hair in a pony tail, Tim ventured out.

This situation called for chocolate doughnuts. It was at JGOB that he/she could be found.

[open]
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
As it wasn't horrendously cold, Tim had decided to take a thermos of hot chocolate out to the park and sit on a Troll statue with his umbrella. Tim sometimes did strange things like this. Part of it came from the fact that having a quiet park with Troll statues was still somewhat of a novelty to him.

As he sat, he started to hatch a plan. A plan that would hopefully have him feeling like less of a recluse.

[Open like an open post that is open.]
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Now that classes had started up again, Tim was finding it a challenge to balance school and work. But at least there was no one to yell at him if he studied while on the clock.

Okay so he was currently flipping through an issue of Toyfare Magazine. But his books were on the counter as well.

Android's Dungeon is open.
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Timothy Desmond, or as some called him, the Grand (or Dread) and Puissant Champion of the Fey, was feeling neither Grand (or Dread) or Puissant. What he was feeling, was distracted.

He had spent all day cleaning. And for background noise, he had put on a book on CD. He had never listened to one before. But he'd gotten this one for Christmas from T'ing, and felt he owed it to her to finally listen to it.

It had been very good, but the result was that for the rest of the day, his inner monologue insisted on narrating everything with the voice of Neil Gaiman.

Which did not really have anything to do with why he was now in the perk with a frightfully large frozen mochaccino, trying to study for classes. It did however explain why his textbooks all sounded like Mr. Gaiman in his head.

Good thing he was studying mythology.

[Open to all! The Mun makes no claim to being able to write anything like Neil Gaiman, but this is what my inner monologue does after I listen to an audio book.]
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Tim had finally been driven completely out of his apartment by giant bugs. The spray he'd bought didn't do anything, and there just too many of them. He was now making his way to Efferton Manor when something very disturbing blocked his path.

It didn't seem to have any sensory organs at all and yet it turned towards him and headed in his direction.

He sent a blast of energy at it, thinking it might have trouble coming after him if he knocked it down. This proved to be a mistake, as it skittered quickly after him.

"Shit!" Tim backed away quickly. Right into the void.

[Open if anyone wants to witness.]
[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com
Chuck wasn't really comfortable having his dead father hanging around him yet, but he couldn't very well stop Bart from following him around. At least the one place he had to go to today had the booze he so desperately wanted. Bart seemed to understand and didn't make a single comment about Chuck pouring himself a glass of scotch.

"You've done a great job with this place, Chuck."

Chuck winced. "Could you ease up on the compliments? You being nice is...weird."
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
"Stupid Faust not wanting to risk a healing spell." Tim grumbled, scratching uselessly at the spot on the cast over the spot his arm itched. "Where's those elves with their much cooler magic when you need them?"

It was hard enough stocking with only one arm, but when the one in the sling insisted on distracting you, well. Tim wasn't in the best mood just now.
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
"Yeah it was Robert Downy Jr." Tim was telling Neil. "How should I know how to make any money gambling on movie castings? The hell kind of question is that?"

Please interrupt.

Now Hiring!
Inquire Within!
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Tim was covering Robin's shift at the store today so he could go greet the new students. Normally he might feel nostalgic for his days as a high school student, both at Fandom and home on a day like this. But the cast on his left arm was a reminder that those days had been fraught with peril. And while the job of Dread and Puissant Champion of the Fae was primarily one of public relations, occasionally something truly dangerous did crop up.

Still, nothing was gonna top having to stop Loki from bringing about Ragnarok.

At the moment, he was studying a glass bottle of an energy drink called Mana. He couldn't tell if it was an actual magical thing or just a clever marketing gimmick to sell the drink to geeks.

Welcome to Android's Dungeon

Now Hiring!
Inquire Within
[identity profile] nomoreveruca.livejournal.com
While there was still a lot of mental flailing in regards to having so much more work responsibility, Cally was playing it cool today. On the desk/counter in the lobby was a small tray of chocolate cupcakes with various colors of frosting. Beside the tray was a little sign that read:
Stop By to Meet Your New Landlord
(cupcakes not made by management)


She sat in the chair (which was really getting more comfortable each day) and wondered if anyone would stop by.

Please pay no attention to the glances toward the phone when she thought about calling the local day care to check on Nicky. She was trying not to be that sort of mom.

[ooc: OCD free, moddable cupcakes, open post!]
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Tim was facepalming and laughing at the same time. Neil had mailed him a few news clippings. It seems that the same religious right groups that enjoyed picketing Space Battles and Barry Plodder were now up in arms about his mother's comic strip.

He put all the comics dealing with the Underworld, or Devils or what-not together and made a sign.

Sympathy For the Devil Sale
15% off these titles.


Android's Dungeon was open.
[identity profile] furious-maximus.livejournal.com
Max grinned as he looked around at his nominal students. Because today? Was going to be amusing.

To him, anyway.

"We've talked about balance, and we've talked about endurance, so today we're covering the third basic skill to have in a fight: knowing how to fall down. Then, next week, we'll start doing some actual sparring and stuff." He'd figure out what that 'stuff' was later.

"Falling is an important thing to know how to do because chances are it'll happen to you. Also, the muscle memory you develop here will help you take other kinds of hits more easily too."

"Anyway, the trick to falling is to avoid hitting the ground all at once. You want to extend the time you spend hitting the ground." Max chuckled. "Which is a weird way of saying you want to roll in a way that lets you land one part at a time." To demonstrate, Max fell over. He hit with his shoulder first, rolling across his back and extending his arm so that it landed last with a loud thump on the mats.

"Basically, the more time you can make your landing take, the less it'll hurt. And this is important because hitting something solid like the ground or a wall hurts. Everyone give it a shot for a bit until you get a feel for things."

Max allowed a few minutes for that before calling for a pause. "Now let's let everyone get a feel for how this works when you're not falling on purpose." He explained a simple hip throw, demonstrating it with a few different people, and when he was satisfied they had at least a basic understanding he nodded. "Now everyone partner up and practice throwing and falling."
[identity profile] nomoreveruca.livejournal.com
The portal opened only briefly, just enough time for Cally to step through before it shut behind her. She clutched her child Nicky to her chest, breathing in the fresh air. Not even the air on New Caprica was this crisp.

She knew she'd have to find food and shelter soon, but right now, she sat down on a bench, making sure to keep Nicky close and warm. She just needed a minute, to take in the fact she was here again. It had been so long, but she was back.

[ooc: Open!]
[identity profile] robinthefrog.livejournal.com
Robin had handwavily put out the call that this was a really good day to go to the beach. With Oz and Leda's help he'd gotten music and food and stuff and was currently making like a dolphin and seeing how high out of the water he could jump.

[It's a party! Open!]
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Tim opened the store on time shh and immediately became distracted by the latest issue of Wizard, as it had a big picture of the comic strip character his mother had created on it.

Android's Dungeon is open.

On time. Shh.

MCA Lobby [5/25]

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010 06:33 am
[identity profile] funnyways.livejournal.com
Today in the MCA lobby there was Mina behind her desk, ineffectually getting huffy at her laptop screen.

There were people wrong on the internet. They were wrong and she had to tell them why.

Stupid bloody vampire fangirls. Dracula was not misunderstood. He was a bloody monster, and that was that.

Feel free to interrupt her trolling non-working.
[ooc: OCD free, open like whoa!]
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Tim had found a decent supply of rocks and was attempting to teach himself to skip them. He was having moderate success.

Though he kept pausing for longer and longer periods of time to just stop and stare out at the bay.

[For one in particular, but open.]
[identity profile] furious-maximus.livejournal.com
Max looked around, somewhat gratified that some of his nominal students had returned assuming they had. He was keeping an eye out for newcomers. This wasn't a class at school, after all, no need to enroll. Just show up. And hopefully the word would spread and people would do that.

"Welcome back," he began. "Now I know that some of you are already pretty good with this sort of thing, but I mostly want to focus this class on those of you who haven't had a lot of training or experience with fighting. You're the ones who can get the most good out of this, I think."

With an apologetic shrug, Max looked out over the people he'd noticed were quite good last week. "The rest of you, please feel free to help out. I may be the official instructor here, but I'm not the only one with helpful advice to offer. So if you see something worth pointing out, speak up."

"Today what I want to focus on is balance. Whether you're standing still, or moving around, it's one of the most important things to focus on when you're in a fight. This is because once you're off-balance everything you do is weaker. You can't attack as well, or block, or escape. So balance is important."

"Two simple tricks will help you keep your balance when you're starting off. First, a good stance. The precise way you put your feet is going to be a matter of comfort and fighting style, but making sure that they're placed wide enough apart to give you plenty of support, and never letting your feet cross when you move," Max demonstrated a shuffling little side step, "will go a long way toward keeping you upright."

"The second thing to do is to be careful not to overextend yourself. It's easy to punch or kick too hard and end up leaning farther forward than you meant to. This can be really dangerous, so try to avoid it."

Max smirked. "And so, today, another paired activity. Each of you is going to find a partner, and you're going to practice your balance. You'll face each other, press your palms together, then link your fingers, and try to make the other person move their feet. Be sure to switch partners every so often so that you can get a feel for some of the different pressures you'll face when trying to keep your balance."
[identity profile] notafairmaiden.livejournal.com
Gwynn was much more cheerful than she had been last week, and the animals at the Gig noticed it. She fed the horses and then took her time cleaning out their stalls and the rest of the barn. She groomed them and then took them all on a short ride before she had to run off for an hour to be a TA.

When she came back, she groomed all of the horses again, and then sat on a couple of hay bales in the barn. She was flipping through a catalog of class stuff that Eve had sent her to see if she was interested in any of it. Or, she would have been flipping through it if the horses didn't seem to be taking turns trying to get it from her so that she would pay more attention to them.

The Gig is open.
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
The

NOW HIRING sign was up in the window.

And Tim was frowning at the latest issue of Wendy The Werewolf Stalker. "Okay I was with you up to now but....really?"

Welcome to Android's Dungeon.

Caritas | Monday

Monday, May 10th, 2010 05:51 pm
[identity profile] whos-got-spirit.livejournal.com
Honestly, Adrian had been looking forward to work today. Not for the actual work, of course, but there were potentially new people to meet. And some of them might be hot, or at the very least interesting. And if he was really lucky, both.

There was also the little matter of having a certain dhampir using him for field experience. Since she kept refusing to use him for other things.

So Adrian was in a good mood today, even greeting Tino with, "Make yourself a drink, on me." He didn't realize or care why that still got him glared at.
[identity profile] loyal-type.livejournal.com
Whether the Gremlins had planned, and manipulated it, or if it was just some weird coincidence, Oz, Tim, Tully, Leda and even Billy (taking a break from finals to hang out on the island) had been in one place at once. And fell to the biting teeth of their attackers.

Now, Johnny "The J" Johnson of Darkstone Entertainment had gathered his dream cast (Nathan Fillion Tim, William Shatner Tully, Mark Hamill Billy and Elvira Leda, to re-make Metropolis Dystopia.

"Actors!" he cried. "Be you ready?"

They indicated they were indeed. Though Shatner of course maneuvered his way to the front.

"All right! Elvira, your dress is perfect. Shatner, pause just a little more between sentences. Mark you manly man you you're made of wonderful. Nathan...everything you're doing is wrong."

He held up his imaginary camera. "Rolling, and...action!"

"We love you Anakin, oh yes we doooo!" Elvira began to croon to Mark Hamill. "We love you Anakin, and we'll be true. When you're not near us, we're blue!"

"Cut!"

[IDK. But the post is open.]
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
The warm weather, and working on the boardwalk was making Tim hanker for Cony Island and the Jersey Shore. Soon as I get off work I'm going right down to the beach there and get myself a sunburn.

In the meantime he needed to give his mother an update. "Yeah, finals went fine." he said, tucking the phone under his chin to hold it there while his hands were busy stocking the shelves. "Wait, he what? Mom congratulations! It's about time he got around to it! Have you guys set a date yet?"

Android's Dungeon is open.
[identity profile] notquitewright.livejournal.com
Marcus (who was as yet unaware of the influx of wee tiny people) stopped dead several feet from where the junkyard had been. And he stared.

The junkyard was still there. It was simply at the bottom of eight feet of clear, clean water.

...which was being contained by a chain link fence.

Somewhat warily, Marcus approached and wiggled his fingers through the fence. They got wet. Apparently this was actually happening.

The junkyard was now a lake of sorts. Where the gate had been there were now stairs, leading up to a wooden wharf to which miniature boats were tethered. Not just any boats, however. These were special boats! Scaled down, simplified versions of the classic Chinese Junk.

So, technically, it was still a Junk Yard.

The boats were ready to be played with, and came equipped with an array of water pistols and Nerf weapons. They also had a rubber bumper all around the edges, so bumping into another Junk would cause no harm.

The Junk Yard was open, and the Junks ready and waiting for any wee tinies who fancied a boat ride or a wee boat battle.

[There was just no possible way to resist turning the junkyard into a Junk Yard :D. Should you want Marcus, I'll be around in the afternoon.

Some more info: think of the Junks like watergoing dodgem cars, or bumper boats, motorised, with the same kind of controls. They sport a wide variety of moddable harmless water and Nerf based weaponry. The same Fandom magic that turns weapons to toys will ensure that no one drowns if they fall in; they will simply float to the edge.

ETA: If you have a ship in the junkyard, first, apologies - I forgot about them when planning this. Second, they will be fine and accessible at midnight when water et al disappears. If you need access today, there will be a magic corridor in the water which will let you in and your ship out.]

The Gig | Saturday

Saturday, April 24th, 2010 07:26 pm
[identity profile] notafairmaiden.livejournal.com
The horses weren't exactly sure what to make of the wee tiny girl who was caring for them today. She smelled like Gwynn and she acted like Gwynn.

But she didn't look like Gwynn.

However, the little girl seemed to know exactly what she was doing and that was why they all decided to behave themselves for her.

After they were fed and groomed, Gwynn climbed up on the tallest one and made herself comfortable as she kept a careful eye on all of them and their domain.

The Gig was open.
[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com
Let's get one thing straight: squirrels and ducks were just asking to be chased.

It was just part of their inherent natures, what with their fluffy tails or comical waddles. And, if it was difficult on occasion for a person (or wolf) to fight against the urge to run after them with the pure, simple, maniacal glee that went with making them scatter, it was near impossible for a child (or pup) to restrain from the same.

Which is why little Delphie Angua was bolting across the park, watching them flee from her truly menacing terror.

"Bark, bark!" she said. "Bark, bark, bark."

So the menacing part needed work, but she'd grow into it, to be sure. It seemed good enough to make them run, though, and that's what mattered. It worked out really well, too, because she was still quick, but got distracted by enough shiny pieces of foil in the grass or a sudden smell coming in from a breeze that it gave them time to hide again.

Then the hunt could start all over again.

"Bark, bark! Bark bark bark!"


[[ open park is so, so open. Because it's always a good idea to throw wee little children at wee little puppies. Oh, yeah, and NFB on puppy identity still, please and thank you! ]]

MCA Lobby, [4/21]

Wednesday, April 21st, 2010 09:31 am
[identity profile] funnyways.livejournal.com
Mina was staring at the report she'd received in the post today.

It was written by Rodney Griffin, about his discovery that an organization in France was being formed to be their own version of The League. It seemed there really was a Phantom, not just an alias adopted by James Moriarty.

She worried this meant she would need to be called back for a mission soon. While she would do her duty, of course, she preferred being an analyst in the future to a field agent in her own time.

But she was behind her lobby desk again, willing to help or speak with anyone that dropped by.

[ooc: Open, OCD free, Replying to all pings after I get off work.]
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Fandom students weren't the only ones dealing with finals. Tim was cramming for his, hoping he would pass his sophomore year of college.

Soon he might even start making plans for the summer.

Android's Dungeon is open.
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Tim had at least managed to avoid the cliche of listening to maudlin music, but he was lingering over the kids comics when restocking today.

Android's Dungeon is open.
[identity profile] sonofmogh.livejournal.com
The portal to other realities was still there this evening. However the purpose of the portal has now changed.

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

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

[Up early for SP and Timezoney goodness! It's your goodbye post to send the kids home. I've got my kleenex ready so have at it!]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah and K-Mart had decided that taking the kidlets outside for awhile would be a very good idea.

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

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

"Can we call Daddy?" Storm demanded.

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

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

"Storm, no magic in the water!"

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

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

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


[[OOC: For the rest of the intermingled family brood and open to any one else, too.]]
[identity profile] wantstocheer.livejournal.com
Jon had taken the early morning shift with Melody, so Claire decided to take the girl to the park to burn off some energy. She had a lot of energy. Claire wondered how she and Jon kept up with her.

"Mommy, can we feed the ducks?"

"Maybe later, sweetie. We don't have any bread with us."

"Can I play with the ducks?"

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Can I pick flowers for Grampa?"

"Yeah, sure, do that."

Which kept her attention for about five minutes before she was looking for something else to do.




[open for your own park needs or if you wanna talk to Claire & Mel]
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Today, Tim was doing inventory. He desperately hoped someone would come distract him.
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Tim was unpacking action figures, and arranging them by company, and storyline. He looked at one in confusion. It was a zombified version of a DC character. He was returning from the grave for their version of the Marvel horror story-line.

"When did he die?"

Android's Dungeon is open.
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
The fog didn't really phase Tim. Now had it smelled like monster breath he'd have worried.

As it was, he just went about business as usual.

[Open to customers, refugees, or monsters.]
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It was too nice a day to stay inside. Bod decided that very early in the morning when he'd been woken by a dream that left him feeling vaguely unsettled. A walk into town had proven calming and when he'd found himself on the beach, he was mostly calm.

Bod hadn't seen many beaches before so stopping here and enjoying the cooler air and smell of salt seemed like a good way to spend some time. He toed off his shoes and let the still chilly water wash around his feet. The wet sand sunk between his toes and drew a smile from him. Soon enough, it'd be warm enough to swim, he thought.

For now, though, he was just going to stand close to the water, hands in his pockets and wind in his hair. The unsettled feeling from earlier was almost already gone.

[the beach is definitely open, yes!]
[identity profile] grand-fallguy.livejournal.com
Tim's absent tapping of a pen on the counter had transformed into a two pen drum solo. The counter, a comics box, the register, and other objects became things to make different drum sounds on.

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