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

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

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

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2010

[OCD is done! Post 2 | Registration | Security | Food and Drink | Mingling | OOC]
[identity profile] bluth-illusions.livejournal.com
There was a sign posted at the front door:

G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Ninth Annual
Three Minute Dates @ Caritas

hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.


GOB had somehow been able to count to nine despite not being around for the previous six Three Minute Dates, but he still didn't know what 'annual' really meant. But that wasn't important. The important thing was that at 6:00 precisely, the ligts went out and the Zombie Band started playing a familiar intro.

A burst of smoke hit the stage and the matchmaker named GOB stepped through it to make his grand entrance. A flick of each wrist and he was holding a deck of cards in each hand: all hearts. Except for a single four of clubs. GOB started moonwalking backwards, except he wasn't very good at it so it was more like walking backward with a limp. He clapped his hands together and from the cards fell burst forth a dead live dove, which GOB picked up and threw off the stage toward the bar swooped over the audience and hit Tino after bouncing off the bar attacked Tino.

"WELCOME TO CARITAS!" GOB yelled to the crowd as the music continued. "WELCOME! TO THREE MINUTE DATES!" He turned around and pointed to the back of the stage where a too-large banner dropped, showing the top half of 'THREE MINUTE DATES' while the rest was still rolled up on the stage floor. "I am GOB, your Once and Future Matchmaker. Here are the rules: I call your name and the name of somebody else. You two get together and make goo goo eyes at each other for a few minutes, and then I make a fireball appear to let you know it's time for the next round."

Tino had checked the fireball launcher GOB kept in his sleeve. Twice. It was as safe as it could possibly be.

"After the roaring sound of magical fire, I'll call out some more names and we do it again until we've done it five times. And if you don't like any of your dates, let me know and we can do it five more times in my hotel room." GOB could be as subtle as a bar on fire, something which Tino really wanted to avoid. Now let's get on with this stuff." As GOB started to reach for his notecards with the round one pairings, a quick burst of flame shot across his chest. "Huh. Shot off a little early. But I won't, ladies." Very subtle.

[Post 1 | The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | OOC]
[Post 2 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular 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. GO FORTH AND PLAY! If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen WHICH TOTALLY DID NOT NEARLY HAPPEN, AHEM, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.

And, um, yes, this is Post 1 of 2. RECORD SETTING SIGN UPS CAUSED THIS!]
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Hard to believe only nine minutes had passed since this all started, huh? The daters were still dating, hopefully no one had been transported outside due to trying to attack anyone they had to deal with for three minutes, and all they had to do was survive two more rounds before they could hit the bar.

Happy dating!

[Post 1 | The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | OOC]
[Post 2 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular Caritas post to follow!]

[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 continues! If you ping in before I finish I will come over there and beat you till you cry after giving you an atomic wedgie. is done! Ping away! If there are any problems... um, grab Nick on AIM, I just do what he tells me. :D

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.]
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"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 [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, of course!]
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Momoko pulled open the Cafe Fina door, smiling happily as the delicious smells poured into the evening air. "I can't believe you haven't been here yet! It's totally awesome! Just ignore the Cheese Grater, okay? He's really nice, even if he doesn't seem like it. And don't listen to any stories the spoons may tell you. Or the napkins; I never once ate that many parfaits in one sitting!" Technically, she'd gotten up to go to the restroom once.

A hand was waiting just inside with a menu, and she blinked. "Now that's totally new."

[Momoko is here for the dessert [livejournal.com profile] boywonder03, but the Fina is open!]
[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
"Soooo, how are your Finals so far?" Dinah checked as she held the door for Tim. "Good? Bad? Totally ridiculous?"

She might have ulterior motives for treating him to ice cream, but they could wait.

[for [livejournal.com profile] boywonder03, but open for all your ice cream wishes]
[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
Dinah had spent most of the morning training, and was treating herself to a frappachino now, leaning back in one of the booths and sipping as she watched Fandom go by outside the window. All of it. No parts missing.

A lazy summer day, and caffeine. Two and a half weeks to go.

[so open]
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Jaime didn't really need (more) coffee at the moment, but he was at the Perk anyway. With all the weirdness around Fandom he'd learned to tune out the Scarab's near-constant low-grade series of alerts. Because even acknowledging them all would be a full-time job.

Which was Jaime's current excuse for not having picked up on the innocuous little warning of 'previous bearer (deceased) detected'. Not that he knew that was his excuse due to the still not having picked up on things, but still.

It was going to be a really good excuse when he needed to bust it out. Really.

[Open]
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After the insane weekend she had--which included getting up after her nap to thank Alex Karev and ended with her punching him several times--Karla was more than ready to get back into the nice, steady, non-crazy routine of the week. Looking forward to it in fact.

The first sign that all was not going to be regular or routine was the shock she got grasping the handle of the door. Rage, bitterness, and betrayal coursed through the that point of contact. Wood and stone and metal absorbed the strong emotions of the people within and while it had been too long to draw out any visions of what had occurred to upset 'Dite so, the building remembered her reaction.

Filled with concern, Karla opened the door--and stepped into a strange new place. Explicit pornography was still playing on giant teevees ringing the walls. Leather and metal and images of body parts were everywhere.

And on the desk was a package with her name on it and a very brief note: Wear it. Upon seeing what was inside, Karla was very, very tempted to walk over to the Arms and demand what the Hell 'Dite was on when she thought this was a good idea.

And then she remembered the seething anger from the door.

Next week, she decided. She'd take 'Dite to task for it next week.

Until then, 'Dite's was open and Karla was...technically dressed.

[OCD up. Dite's thread for Dite only, please, though anyone else can feel free to talk to Karla. Just assume all links are NSFW]
[identity profile] 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 I]
[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
Dinah was taking a break from dress shopping (and wondering how Karla was, and hoping she was okay) before going back to the hotel to get ready for the dance. Returning to Fandom after six weeks bopping around the multiverse made the place almost seem-- easy to deal with.

Hmm, maybe she'd get out her bike, drive over to Baltimore next.

[expecting one, but open before that, as well as for all your Perkly needs.]
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Magic & Support Reserves met in the Magic Box today, clustering around a small sitting area between the bookshelves and the counter.

"Welcome to the shop," Tara began, softly but without a stammer. She was trying not to let her memory of what had happened last time she led a meeting get in her way too badly. "If you haven't been in, this is the Magic Box, and it's the island's magic and new age supply shop. If you -- or someone you're working with -- wants to do a spell and needs the kind of components we talked about last week, this is usually a good place to start looking. We're going to take a quick tour and then play a game."

She aimed a soft smile at the group, then started walking. "So, these are the books," she said, gesturing to the shelves. "Some of them are old, some of them are new, some of them are more accurate than others. You can look through them but don't read aloud unless you really know what you're doing, 'cause some spells work just from being spoken. I found that out by accident when I was eight."

Karla closed her mouth and slid the book she'd been leafing through back on its shelf. "Yes. Let's be careful in here, guys," she said, turning a little pink.

"Back here," she added, as she continued into the shelves of fresh and dried plants, "are the plant supplies. The shelves are labeled with the species names and what kind of magic you typically use them for. Some of them smell really pretty."

"And this is my favorite part," she said in the next aisle. "These are crystals. They're for ... sort of for luck? And for focusing your intent. You have to purify them when you get them unless you know what they've been used for. I have one that's been in my family for fifty years, b-back in my room."

She walked the group through the rest of the store, showing off wands, chalices, knives, amulets, candles, and tarot cards, before they ended back in the front of the shop.

"We're playing a game in three teams today," she said, nodding to the other reserve heads to bring out closed cardboard boxes "These mystery boxes have five things from the store in them each. The game is to look them over, identify them, and then try to figure out what they're for and where they belong in the shop. The team that gets their stuff identified and reshelved first wins a prize." The prize was cupcakes. The same cupcakes that were on the counter for a snack, yes. "Does that make sense?"

She hoped it did.

[OOC: Cowritten with [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, [livejournal.com profile] hazlehurstmiss, and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child. OCD up!]
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"That'll be $37.42," Karla said, reading off the total displayed on Little Strife. "Will that be cash, check, or credit?"

The stunning chestnut-haired beauty standing on the other side of the counter bit her lower lip in consternation. "I've just realized that I don't have my purse on me," she said, her voice low and husky. She patted herself down, looking for her wallet anyway--though it was more of a slow, sensuous rub than a real pat. "I must have left it in the rickshaw."

Karla started to tuck the bag holding the merchandise back behind the counter. "I can hold--"

"Wait a moment," the female said, almost purring now. Her hand came up to toy with the topmost button on her shirt, which was undone and showing off a bit of bare skin. "There most be some other way I can pay for this stuff." She leaned over a bit, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Anything."

"Anything?" Karla asked, a bit dubious.

"Oh yes," her customer said, giving Karla a sensual smile

"Well, I do have one idea..." Karla replied, with a wicked grin of her own.

Fifteen minutes later, the customer was red-faced and panting. Her hair was mussed, her skirt rucked up, and her shirt in disarray. Karla, by contrast, was calm, cool, and collected, sitting behind the counter and flipping through a fashion magazine. "When you're done moving those boxes," she called to the other female, "you can start washing the windows."

'Dite's was open and sparkling clean!

[OCD up]
[identity profile] bigbadgunn.livejournal.com
You'd think Gunn would have better things to do on a Friday night than go on patrol.

But after his trip back home... well let's just say he's trying to get himself back on the "mission."

Just don't ask him what that mission is. He's not sure of that yet.

[Open for any late nighters. Or SP'ers.]
[identity profile] boywonder03.livejournal.com
Tim needed to clear his head, so he slipped out of the room at sunset, his Robin costume stuffed in a backpack. He found an empty warehouse to change in and hid his street clothes in the drawer of a dusty, broken file cabinet. He checked to see if the alley was clear, then climbed up the fire escape to the roof of the building.

Nothing here was tall enough for a real adrenaline-pumping leap, but he could jump from rooftop to rooftop and get a good overview of the place. The island seemed pretty quiet tonight, but he'd need to learn the territory in case trouble showed up.

[NFB, please! For one in particular, but also open if anyone has a reason to run into him!]

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