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There was an enormous tray of birthday cake martinis on the bar when Jack got in today. He waited until no one was looking, then slurped one down. It was sickly sweet but not bad at all.

He wasn't sure how many of the guests were still around, but he figured anyone who'd made it to this point in the long weekend deserved a treat. Which was why the sign in front of the club read:

Do you like birthday cake? Do you like martinis? Try this intriguing combination today!

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Tink was out of absinthe, and worse, Tink was bored!

So she was going to her lovely, wonderful, perfect store and mock anyone and everyone who came inside. And drink heavily.

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Pixie Dust was open!

(OOC: this is your last chance to shop with Tink, for -- as much as it pains me to write -- she is leaving the island tonight. So if you've never been harassed by the Bitchy One, now is your chance.)

Current Mood: faaaaabulous

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Tink was hung-over and inclined to be crabby today. It was, therefore, not the best of ideas to antagonize her.

The sign in the window was still as pretty as ever:

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And Tink still had lots of absinthe.

Current Mood: bitchy

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Tinker Bell was out of liquor, and Tinker Bell was very bored. Halloween was over, and the next few holidays were boring ones where nobody tried to be very chic.

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Pixie Dust was, nonetheless, open.

Current Mood: bored

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

The ceremony had been beautiful. And the evening was only getting started. The guests were ushered into the large tent that had been erected (hee) in the park earlier in the day. The caterers had delivered and set up food and enough free alcohol to drink the entire town into a coma.

Of course, there was a special area reserved for the squirrels with dessert nuts and high-quality rum to keep Vala and Barney's smallest guests happy while they took their notes and danced the night away.

Pleased workers did a last check of the tables and cigar centerpieces before the guests and the wedding party arrived. The wedding reception was set to go exactly as planned.

[The reception, like the wedding, is open to everyone in Fandom. ~~Once I put up some OCD~~ Now.]

Current Mood: pleased

ashockingbitch

Jenny opened up the shop on time, and, except for when she was at the Student Council meeting, was behind the counter chain-smoking away and filching from the candy bowl. She was totally in costume, too. Her costume was 'British girl.'

If anyone wanted candy, they could take it up with the fairy.

SALE!
25% off anything black or orange!
Today Only!

always-damp.livejournal.com

After spending some time gaining wisdom from the great Father Ned, Toby ran quickly to work, finding he was late but that it didn't really matter. He set himself up at the counter, making no pretense of actually doing work.

As he flipped through the latest issue of Out! magazine, his thoughts turned to what Father Ned had said about forgiveness and being one of God's children. Maybe Lucas wasn't all bad after all.

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Charles Bass woke up fashionably late (he was fashionably late for everything) and headed straightaway to The Perk. He needed to brood and the perfect place to brood was in public where everybody could see you doing it. He got a low-fat macchiato with soy milk and sat at a table near the window so everybody could see the brooding. He had many things to brood about. First and foremost was the discovery of the identity of his father. That had put him in both shock and awe when he had found out. He must confront him. Yes, confronting him was key. If he made his real father proud then maybe he would be written into his will.

And always there was brooding about John *dun dun duuuuuuuuuun* Charles took an angry sip of his drink as he both brooded and seethed over John.

[XD Open, yes]

Current Mood: broody

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

It was time for another of those dances! Dances were wonderful because everyone dressed very, very pretty, and most of the stupid teenagers bathed and were not half so stinky as they usual were. How wonderful!

So Tink showed up extra-early on Monday, not nearly so hung over as she might have been, and put all of the fancy, pretty formal dresses right up front. Handsome tuxes and suits. And of course, shoes.

She placed that old sign in the window, the one which read:

ASSISTANCE WANTED
Employees Receive Employee Discount

And hoped very much that she could hire someone who could start this week, since formal events always created such a crush.

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(Recycled OOC note! One: Tink is a complete bitch, and will probably mock your character in a horribly cruel fashion, because ... it's Tink. Two: Pixie Dust is hiring, but she's weird and highly fussy, and only inclined to hire those who are very chic or very bitchy, preferably both. And three: if you ever need someone to talk your character into something he or she would not ordinarily wear, but would be fabulous on them, let me know, Tink can be helpful like that. (As can the rest of Pixie Dust's helpful staff.))

Current Mood: chipper

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

It was a very, very, very amused Tink (who was still herself, thank you very much) who put up a new sign in Pixie Dust's window.

ONE DAY ONLY
50% OFF CLOTHES FOR THE 'NEW YOU'
MANAGEMENT NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR
BLACKMAIL FOOTAGE TAKEN
OR WHO IT MAY BE SOLD TO

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(OOC: for those who are new to Tink: she is a complete snarky evil bitch. It's nothing personal, honest.)

Current Mood: amused

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Tink was having far too much fun at that bar-place with all of the absences lately. She even managed a happy, cheery wave to Tino -- who did not look thrilled to see her! The nerve! -- before plopping herself behind the bar and looking around excitedly for customers.

After all, who else was she supposed to abuse?

(OOC: pinch-hitting for Donut this evening! because Tink is evil and want to deny you booze. so again: lounge and tino-modding are your friends, if you seek liquor.)

Current Mood: devious

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Tink had had so much fun on Monday that she just had to zip down to Caritas again and see if she could do it all over again.

No bartender, just that grumpy-looking Tino fellow. She would pose for him! Wouldn't it make his evening to know he had such a lovely co-worker?

... Not that Tink had any intention of working.

(OOC: second verse, same as the first! Faith's out of town, Tink's subbing, but since Tink's not even a real employee -- and she's evil -- you'd better hope Tino's serving if you really want liquor tonight.)

Current Mood: amused

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Tink had had to pretend to teach today, and those days were always tiring. Molding young minds was exhausting, especially when one discovered one was completely out of absinthe.

So she zipped merrily along to her favorite place in the world, Caritas, because that was where absinthe lived when it wasn't staying at her place. And --

There was no bartender! Just that Tino guy! Excuse her?! How was she supposed to get drunk at this rate?! What a shoddy excuse for management this was! Why, why, she ought to ... ought to ...

... take the job herself, for the night, and use it to humiliate and mock anyone who came in attempting to get drinks! Refuse to serve anyone she didn't like! Guzzle everything in sight!

Caritas was open. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

(OOC: Faith's on vacay with Ghani and Renee. So ... Tink's running the bar. If you actually want liquor tonight, then either ( a ) prepare for some serious humiliation or ( b ) mod Tino ...)

Current Mood: devious

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Tink was out of absinthe! This was a travesty! A tragedy! A tra-something-else-y!

Luckily, Tink knew where she had more.

Hey, while she was at it, she'd open the store for the day. It might be amusing.

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(OOC: for newbies: Tink can't talk, but she'll jingle and gesture at you, and it's your call how much of her narrative you can (or can't) follow. Up early by request. My availability might be spotty today, so if you need Ms. Bell, be warned that there could be SP involved.)

Current Mood: drunk

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

It was Monday, and they were somewhere warm! And Tink zipped into her store to discover ... discover ...

that all of the undergarments were missing.

When Tink found whoever had been brainless enough to shoplift from her store, there would be Hell to Pay.

So there were two new signs in the window, one that said:

$500 SHOPPING SPREE FOR ANYONE WHO BRINGS INFORMATION ON THE SOON TO BE DEAD INDIVIDUALS WHO STOLE FROM TINK'S FABULOUS STORE
Body Parts From The Perpetrators Also Accepted

And an older one that she'd pulled out from under the counter:

ASSISTANCE WANTED
Employees Receive Employee Discount

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Pixie Dust was open.

(OOC: A few very important notes for newbies! One is, Tink is a complete bitch, and will probably mock your character in a horribly crush fashion, because ... it's Tink. Two is, Pixie Dust is hiring, but she's weird and highly fussy, and only inclined to hire those who are very chic or very bitchy, preferably both. Three: if you ever need someone to talk your character into something he or she would not ordinarily wear, but would be fabulous on them, let me know, Tink can be helpful like that. And lastly: Tink can't talk, she'll just narrative at you, feel free to stare in confusion or interpret as much as you like.)

Current Mood: irate

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

It was nearly prom! Which meant formalwear! Tink loved formalwear. People looked ever so pretty in formalwear, and most of them even bathed themselves.

There were racks and racks filled with dresses, and a good selection of tuxes and suits as well.

Let's not forget shoes.

Pixie Dust was open.

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Let it never be said that Ms. Tinker Bell did not know an opportunity when one presented itself.

There was now a huge sign in the window:

MEN'S CLOTHES 20% OFF
EMBRACE THE NEW YOU!
FIND SOMETHING STYLISH THAT FITS!

Beneath which was a much prettier scrawl:

Flash Me And Die!

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Pixie Dust was open. And Tink had a camera.

(OOC: Feel free to handwave stopping in, or to jump in and grab some threads, but please mod your mocking-by-pixie.)

senor-chado.livejournal.com

Chad leaned (carefully) on the counter, with a pile of pop CDs at one elbow, a pack of cards at the other, and a row of kittens in front of him in rapt attention. One might wonder how he managed to get their attention so well, but it might have something to do with the back that he'd put one of their little catnip mouse toys on his head. They weren't paying attention to Chad, then, but, instead, the drug-inducing item on his head. But it gave the illusion that they were listening to him, and that was good enough for Chad.

He was lecturing them, in English, because he didn't know if Melody's kittens knew Japanese like (he thought) Prince Oscar Pedro did. "This," he said, holding up one of the CDs. "This is crappy pop music. If we want to chase around and destroy CDs of crappy pop music, it's okay. We can do that. This," he set the CD down and picked up one of the Pocket Monster cards, "are cards. Apparently, some of them can be worth money. Also, they're cute, see? Well. Some of them. Anyway, it's not okay to chew on them and play with them, like it is crappy pop music. We can't ruin these. It's not good. Got it?"

There were going to be at this all day, really.

Today's Mix: Meow Mix

Groovy Tunes is open!

woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com

On one of the benches in the park was an old coffee can, with a few loose coins in it, and a big sign that read "PLeeS GyV 2 ChARATee".

Ignore the smelly lump of fur sleeping under the bench.

[Open like an open thing. And, of course, this is only one small, specific area of the park -- feel free to use the rest of the park as you see fit.]

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin still kind of had no idea how she'd wound up doing this, but it was funny and she could laugh and drink and just enjoy her post-Valentine's glow behind the bar while everyone else suffered.

And in the meanwhile, she set out a pretty little sign.

Three Minute Dates @ Caritas
Hosted by Robin Scherbatsky
Presented by loneliness and desperation*
* beer goggles recommended/necessary in some cases

That done, she wandered by to the stage to take the mic. "So, hi. You know how sometimes you're at a bar, and you just don't know how to talk to those pretty people you're eyeing? Or, you know, you want to know what the deal is with that creepy guy in the corner who won't stop staring? Well, tonight, we're taking all that guesswork out of it! Welcome to Three Minute Dates! I'm your hostess and deeply amused bartender, Robin Scherbatsky."

"So here's how it goes -- when I call your name plus someone else's, it'll be time for you to find that other person and either lemon law them or find your way to true love...slash a good one night stand! Or a bad one. It's part of the fun! And then lather, rinse and repeat for four more times, because yes, boys and girls, you're doing this five times."

[OOC: Three minutes equals ten comments for our purposes. That's five comments per person. Try your very best to get it wrapped up in that time. You do NOT have to do these in chronological order. Do them as people are available. Just try not to Joss yourself.

Remember, if you're violent, you'll be teleported out of the club and will have to make your way back. If you can't get through all of your dates today, you can sp, don't worry!

ETA: OCD UP WHOOOOOOOO]

Current Mood: hyper

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Arrivals to the town hall for the dance would find it decorated with darker, richer colors, from the draping streamers to the balloons scattered around to the runner on the snacks table. At the entrance, there was even a table with a variety of masks available for those who might not have brought their own, or were too damn lazy to get one, provided ever so graciously by Turtle & Canary.

And there wasn't a single speck of pink in the decorations. Nope. Not one. Turtle had made sure of it, even against the nefarious plottings of someone whose name may have rhymed with Peg Panning.

There was, however, still a lot of glitter. You could change the world, but you couldn't tempt fate.

[[ OCD ~~on its way~~ has landed! Up early to get the most out of our play; second part to go up later dependent on comment accumulation and potential punch ~~chinchillas~~ spiking ]]

[[ Quick links for eventual browser friendliness: Arrive/Mingle, Snacks/Punch, Shadowy Corner, Chaperones/Security, Dance Floor, OOC ]]

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Of all the things Tink hated, coming in to her store with a hangover was fairly high on the list. Not as high as Wendy-birds of course, but way above nice things like sleeping in and drinking rather a lot of absinthe.

But there was a dance and the fashion-impaired teenagers needed to be pretty, so here she was. They should not expect her to be very happy about it.

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Pixie Dust was open, and its owner was considering charging admission of booze at the door.

(OOC: am posting extra shifts this week for people needing formalwear goodness - but ze pixie, she is cranky today, so be warned.)

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Her store, her wonderful store! Getting ready for the masquerade ball this weekend, and oh, Tink loved balls! (Not like that.) Everything so formal and gorgeous and people not smelling half so stinky as usual.

Tink noticed that her cute fancy-talking employee had set up the mannequins to be dancing. How very nice! Some of them had fancy dresses, and some of them had skimpy lingerie. Which seemed like Tink's sort of ball, really.

She set out a lovely display of masks, and puttered around the store. Mostly looking for absinthe.

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Pixie Dust was open.

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

All right, it was perhaps nearer to 2:30 when Tink arrived at Pixie Dust, but the rich girl from class was expecting that, right? Hungover pixies could never be anywhere on time. And there was shopping inside and lots and lots of shoes and Tink had needed to stop for a few drinks and then a couple more bottles and, well, let's just be happy she had made it here at all. Right?

But shopping! Shopping was totally worth opening an extra shift for. Because shopping was beautiful and pure and right and all that was good with the world.

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Pixie Dust was open, for an abbreviated afternoon shift.

(OOC: she opened the store for Dōjima, but it's totally open for anybody who might drop in. At least, from 2:30 until 5 or so, when Tink is going to get bored and leave again.)

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Well, now. This wasn't her usual day, but she was down two employees and a roommate, so she could come in whenever she felt like it. It was, after all, her store.

At least the roommate had left her the house. Well. Perhaps not intentionally, but it was hers now, so there.

She sighed as she posted the sign on the door once more:

ASSISTANCE WANTED
Employees Receive Employee Discount

Luckily she still had plenty of absinthe behind the counter.

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Pixie Dust was open.

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Tink was in a particularly foul mood Monday afternoon when she zipped into her store.

So what if it was afternoon, and not morning. It was her store. She could open it when she liked, and if anyone had a problem with it, then they were less awesome than her and didn't deserve her beautiful shiny clothes that were far too bright right now, did the store really need all these lights on? Because light was so very un-chic and her eyes were pounding and really, with most of them off, the store had an aura of cool to it. Really.

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Pixie Dust was open. Even if it was dark inside, and its proprietress was sleeping off a very unpleasant hangover.

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

How on earth was she out of tequila? She'd gone through her stash and the bottles Squall had hidden and a few others and her secret stash and there was no liquor to be had. That meant she should go into work, right? That's where the rest of her tequila lived.

Well, while she was here, she might as well open the store. Fine.

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Pixie Dust was open. Cheery as always.

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

It was Monday, and that meant Tinker Bell was hung over. It also meant she was supposed to be in her store. Right! Her store! Filled with pretty clothes and people to laugh at. She should definitely do that. Hung over or not.

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Tink was here. And Tink was considerably more cheerful than you'd expect for a headachey, belligerent pixie.

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Well. Tink had just about had enough of all of these sniffly, disgusting sick people ruining her pretty and fun little island. Couldn't they show a little respect? Not everything was about them!!!

Tink flew around very early Thursday morning and put posters up in any place she could think of that would be noticeable.

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There. That ought to do it. Tink flew home to get more beauty sleep. Not, of course, that she needed it.

(OOC: NFI, in that Tink's long gone, but feel free to react. Yes, she's really throwing this party. Yes, it's in horribly bad taste. No, she doesn't care. Bring your evil, your neutral-aligned, your couldn't-give-a-crap-since-it-doesn't-affect-me! Or you can come to sniff at the mean people, but Tink will just laugh at you.)

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Tink had a store. Look at it! Filled with clothes and ever-so-chic accessories and oh-so-many shoes.

Was there anything in the world as wonderful as Tink's Emporium of Utter Fabulousness, With Your Host, Tinker Bell? No. No, there was not. If there was, Tink would find it and vaporize it.

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Tink's House of Style was ever so open.

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

( The Universe Hates Blackheart )

(OOC: Preplayed with

way_black. Blackheart is now a tiny Dwarf Hotot bunny and will be stuck at Pixie Dust, filled with zomgcute bunny rage, until the mun is back. Mod and torment at will.)

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Monday morning, and Tink was not that hung over for once. Oh miracle! Oh joy! Had she learned restraint at last?

No, she'd just drank her way through Squall's tequila and found herself too bored to fly to the store for more.

There was absinthe here. She would be liquored up in no time.

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Pixie Dust was ever so fabulously open.

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Tink was hung over. Nobody had come to visit Tink for the weekend. And Tink might just have to come in tomorrow for the shift that that stupid demon with ugly hair was supposed to have. Except he was just bluffing. Right?

Stupid employees and stupid absinthe and stupid everything.

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Pixie Dust is open. And Tink's in a mood.

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

So there were going to be parents coming in this weekend. How fascinating. Tink might just have to open the store another shift, to see if any of them were rich or intriguing. Or, failing that, so fashion-challenged that it would be amusing to mock them. Considering the student population, she was bound to get a hit in at least one category.

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In the meantime? Pixie Dust was open.

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

This Homecoming event, whatever it was, was certainly moving the formalwear. Which meant people were buying a lot of formalwear, which was, conveniently enough, both expensive and chic. Therefore, Homecoming was fine by Tink.

She even came in on a day when the shop should be closed. Wasn't that ever so kind of her?

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Tink wondered briefly if the roommate that she wasn't talking to was going to be chaperoning this Homecoming event. This could be interesting.

In the meantime? Pixie Dust was open.

dark_slippy_thing

What a lovely day to film a movie!

Star Director Valenteen had ~~handwavily~~ put up posters calling for actors and crew, and had even gone so far as to ~~handwavily~~ put little signs up pointing the way to this particular lovely clearing in the preserve.

This was the movie that was going to save his life from a crazy little fairy. He was going to go just a little out of his way this time to make certain there were people involved.

Yes, the movie spectacular about one Faaaaaabulous Miss T. Bell was to come into being today.

All Valentine needed was a cast. And a crew. And a non-whip low-fat soy latte.

(Come one, come all! You, too, can be a star!)

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Absolutely nothing whatsoever had happened to the lovely Ms. Tinker Bell all weekend, thank you very much, and anyone who so much as hinted otherwise was going to be very sorry indeed.

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Pixie Dust was open, and its owner thought that Tiberius was possibly the dumbest name ever. Almost as bad as Squall.

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Ms. Squall Leonhart, wealthy sugar momma and weather pixie, and her darling Tiberius Bell - owner of Pixie Dust, which neither of them could seem to find, but really, it was certainly an artists' studio or something similarly clever and important - were walking through the park at sunset, talking.

Well, he talked, and she jingled. Close enough.

Shame she was three inches tall. Squall's memory seemed to be gone, and Tiberius' as well, but surely they had worked around that particular problem in the past, hadn't they? She could be patient.

In the meantime, there was talking. And jingling.

(Very open.

whatever_sucks modded with permission.)

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Tink was going to be a movie star! She could hardly believe it. Not that someone of her style and grace could be a movie star - that much was obvious - but that it was finally happening for her, on this tiny island of all places. She was in a wonderful mood!

Plus she had more bottles of absinthe and tequila to stash behind the counter. That always helped.

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Pixie Dust; always fabulous, now open.

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

One of Tink's fabulous employees, the fabulous Isabel, had gone home to see her (presumably fabulous) family. And so the fabulous Tinker Bell was going to open the fabulous Pixie Dust today instead.

This would possibly make up for the fact that the always-fabulous Tink had been far, far too hung over to come in on her regular fabulous Monday shift. Shhhh, she's the boss, she can do whatever she wants.

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Pixie Dust was open. And it was fabulous.

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Tink was bored. She was low on absinthe, tired of Squall's house, and wishing there were more people around to mock horribly.

This meant that she should open the store, as it wasn't Squall's house, had people who would come in for mockery, and most importantly, had a spare bottle of absinthe stashed behind the counter.

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Pixie Dust was open. And its owner was merrily getting drunk.

(OOC: up early for great fashion justice)

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

What sort of demented people sent shipments this late? Humans were insane. Just because she'd specified it was a rush order was no excuse for them to call and wake her up when decent people were sleeping and make her come down here to sign forms and put things away.

(All right, she hadn't been sleeping. She had been drinking Squall's tequila. But that didn't change the fact that decent people were asleep.)

She was never, ever using that stupid carrier again.

Pixie Dust isn't open, but the lights are on and the door is unlocked, if anyone is curious and wants to deal with an enraged, drunk pixie.

(OOC: expecting someone, but also open for your masochistic insomniac needs.)

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

There appeared to be a bustle to the island today, and lots of new faces walking down the street. New people. How lovely! And she hadn't even tired of mocking the old ones yet.

In the window was the lovely sign:

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Pixie Dust
Fine Apparel and Accessories

And the proprietress, T. Bell, was as sober as she was going to be on a late Monday morning.

Bring on the fashion disasters!

(OOC: Note info post here. Short version: Tink hates you and everyone else, and will mock your fashion sense horribly. Tink can't talk, but is amazingly fluent in Expressive Gestures. And Tink is hiring, but Tink's going to be a total snob about it. Because ... she's Tink.)

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Tinker Bell was nursing a hangover. Tink was usually nursing a hangover.

Someone who wasn't Tink would see view this as a sign to drink less. Tink wondered why her wand didn't zap away hangovers.

Pixie Dust was open. And its owner was bitchier than usual.

(OOC: Store info here.)

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

She had meant to have her Grand Opening on Monday, but rather too much absinthe on Sunday night had thoroughly crimped that plan. So instead, Tink sauntered in late Wednesday morning and put the last-minute finishing touches on her store.

The sign still hung in the window where she had placed it on Saturday:

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Pixie Dust
Fine Apparel and Accessories

Very nice. And in tiny writing on the door, there was now also:

T. Bell, proprietress

And there was a new sign in the corner of the window, hopefully eye-catching:

ASSISTANCE WANTED
Employees Receive Employee Discount

Very nice. Tink approved. Now, all she needed was customers.

(OOC: Open! Note info here.)

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

GOB was practicing an illusion behind the bar tonight. It was called The Sword of Destiny.

That's why he was wearing a mask and brandishing a sword tonight. And that's why he was chasing Tino. "If I mess up, I'll just get thrown out of here for a couple minutes! It's can't hurt you! COME ON!"

[OOC: Tino will throw a punch at the first person who walks in tonight just to get away from the crazy man with the sword. Remember, by the rules of Caritas, the punch WILL NOT connect. It'll just send him out of the bar to freedom!]

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Tinker Bell had had a lovely night's sleep - after she had turned those hand towels into a fairy-sized canopy bed, naturally - and was thinking that she was really starting to grow fond of this island. She was definitely staying, Tink decided.

Of course, if she was staying here, some things simply needed to change.

So she soared up and down the streets until she found a deserted building that looked perfect for what she needed. 47 Minotaur Lane? Well. There were prettier names, but this would do.

And so Tink waved her wand a few times outside to change the exterior to something a little more - Tinkish. The sign in the window now read:

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Pixie Dust
Fine Apparel and Accessories

Satisfied, Tink sauntered inside to set things up to her liking.

(OOC: Pixie Dust isn't open for shopping just yet, but the door and post are both wide open for anybody who's curious. Warning: Tink may be a total bitch to you. It's sort of her thing.)

Current Mood: busy

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

GOB was not behind the bar. After receiving a voicemail the other night, he decided it would be best to hide in the backroom for his shift tonight. Even though he couldn't be hurt or anything in here, he just felt it would be safer for some reason.

He grabbed a bottle of scotch before he hid, though, both for something to drink and for a weapon.

[OOC: I will either be out or asleep most of the evening more than likely, so please mod Tino. GOB is hiding, so if you need to talk to him, um, try his voicemail?]

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Well. Thus far, this island didn't seem like much, at least not to the small pixie who was taking inventory of it as she zipped along.

Tinker Bell - for that was her name - was making a grand tour of the park. And huffing to herself as she sailed along, because there are certain things that should be true in life. One of which was, if you drank poison for an idiotic man-boy, that he didn't pick the plain-faced English bint over you, who had put up with all of his stupid nonsense for years.

At least this island wasn't Neverland, Tink thought, as she began imagining increasingly creative ways to off one Wendy Darling, late of London, UK.

That would be why she didn't notice it when she flew straight into a tree.

(Open.)

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About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       IC Community Tags
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

For Business Owners/Employees

If changes need to be made to the entry for a fictional business your character owns or works at, please drop a comment right to the entry page for that business, and we'll update it for you ASAP!

If your character is a new business owner, please use the New Business Form to give us your information, and we'll create an entry for the business.

---       All Businesses
---       NPC-owned
---       Completely NPC

In-Character Comms

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

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Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

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