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[personal profile] the_merriest
It had, in Rikku's opinion, been way too long. Inexcusably long. And they were all back for the weekend, and she'd promised John Sheppard that they'd get up to some mischief this weekend, and, okay, she was mildly drunk.

So she'd sent a message to Zero (one of the last remaining members of the original crew!) and was now bouncing outside the hotel, freezing her ass off. She was only wearing boy-shorts and a pile of strategically-placed necklaces. Oh, and her boots. That might help.

"WE MUTINY!" she shouted, raising her fist in the air.

(THIS IS NOT A TEST. ALUMNI ONLY, PLEASE, BUT ANY ALUMNI ARE WELCOME. LET US SHOW THESE WHIPPERSNAPPERS HOW IT IS DONE. WAIT FOR THE OCD, AND THIS IS NOT FOR RADIO SINCE IT'S HAPPENING VERY VERY LATE. VIVA LA MUTINY!)
[personal profile] loverlyviolets
The picnic shelters were decorated with gold streamers, of both the crepe paper and shiny metallic sort, and the appetizing scent of breakfast foods grilled by NPC staff filled the air. Bright summer flowers were draped over anything you could drape bright summer flowers over, with far less subtlety than there'd been at the dance, since this was out in the open air and people could get away from them if they so chose.

The sounds of summer in musical form -- not chosen by the provider of the flowers, no -- played lightly in the background.

[OOC: OCD is up, post is open, plaaaaaaay!]
[identity profile] just-add-starch.livejournal.com
The dance was still in full swing. It was still brightly decorated, the music was still pumping and the punch was completely spiked.

Have fun!

post 1 | arrivals | food/drinks/mingling | dark corners | girls bathroom | boys bathroom | dancing | ooc


[This is post two. WAIT FOR THE OCD OR I WILL SEND YOU TO A FAKE TIMEZONE! OCD IS UP! No one has to be banished to a fake timezone! Have fun!]
[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com
It was the day before graduation. The day before pomp and circumstance, diplomas, smiling seniors and proud guests. What better way to spend that day then partying the night away? That's right, tonight was the night of the senior lock in! Many NPC workers had been busy in town, cleaning up and setting up an abandoned warehouse for the event.

Now, the front of the warehouse was lit up with neon signs and stanchions that would lead the seniors into a huge building where not one speck of floor space wasn't being used for something fun. There was loud music pumping through the building and strobe lights were swirling around the area, lighting up the room in blues, reds, greens, yellows and various other colors. Decorations of all kinds painted the walls, giving the room a party like atmosphere.

Of course, it would just be a regular ole party, right? Nothing surprising would happen, right? Oh, of course. No surprises. Riiiiiight.

The senior lock in was open and it was time for the seniors to get their party on!

[Posted early for super duper SP! This is for seniors only. OCD is good to go! Have fun! Comments are off so, if you need me, ping the OOC thread or email me!

ETA: And there's something going down here! Have fun there and please please continue to play in the party beforehand. It's your party, seniors, please enjoy it!

ETA 2: And the thread to get free is here!. Hack it up! It's moddable!]

Pixie Dust, Wednesday

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009 07:03 am
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
What was it they said? All good things have to stop at some point. Okay, it was something like that. Regardless, Toby was at his Pixie Dust shift, wandering the store and hugging the clothes.

He would miss them so if he ever went home.

There might have been a few tears, but never on the silk.

[We are talking srs SP until 5PM EST. The OCD? She is on vacay like I wanna be.]

Pixie Dust, Thursday

Thursday, April 9th, 2009 03:47 pm
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
It was the day before prom and people needed dresses. Toby was ready and waiting to zip up the girls and talk the boys into something in a pink tie. Everybody needs a little color sometime after all.

He busied himself organizing the racks by shade and dress shape. All those short girls needed to stay away from the long dresses. And the gingers needed to stay away from the pink. No matter what Molly Ringwald said.

[Open and OCD-free]

Pixie Dust, Wednesday

Wednesday, April 8th, 2009 09:59 am
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby loved prom season. There were dresses and suits and really awesome shoes on display everywhere! He blasted the soundtrack to meta for Dirty Dancing, and sang along as he rehung discarded dresses.

I've been meaning to tell you,
I've got this feelin that wont subside,
I look at you and I *clap* fantasize,
You are mine tonight,
Now I've got you in my siiiiiights!


No, he wasn't trying on the dresses, thanks, but he had gotten dolled up in a fantastic three-piece suit and was dancing around as he sang.

Gremlin bite? Toby needed no gremlin bite.
[identity profile] likes-chicken.livejournal.com
The One-eared, one-handed (well, he still had his left hand. It was sitting on the counter), mangled-ankled zombie known as Hurley somehow had the skill to open up Groovy Tunes today.


The music today was songs by The Zombies.

Fitting, really.

[ooc: OCD first, please. Open and zombie friendly.]
[identity profile] zombiemcbitey.livejournal.com
The errands that he'd sent his minions on having more or less resulted in success (well, at least he had the toes he'd asked for), the Zombie Voodoo Priest was now completely prepared to retreat into his lair in order to perform a few rituals which would better allow him to keep an eye on the exploits of the living.

Yes, he was having cable television installed, and he would thank his minions kindly to stay out of the way of the poor, somewhat terrified NPC individual doing the job. He needed his brains in order to do the wiring, after all. Especially off in the middle of the preserve, in an abandoned shack with no electricity.

They could devour his brains upon his inevitable failure. In the meantime, the ZVP had coordinated some fun, wholesome activities in order to keep them occupied.

Wasn't he kind?

[Once again, for PC zombie interaction only, please! The location of this event is NFB, but beyond that, radio squirrels are allowed to go nuts, today. Please wait for OCD! OCD is up! Have fun!]
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger
It was just the sort of evening that usually began with a disclaimer about strong personal convictions regarding a belief in the occult before fading serenely into darkness and the sound of frogs croaking pleasantly in the background.

It was also just the sort of evening that, by some twist of fate, would see a scary man in a skirt young woman in a pink blouse and a purple poodle skirt walking around after dark because somebody's boyfriend had forgotten to top off the tank of his convertible with gas.

Not that she minded much, of course. If she could find him, then the night would be so much better, wouldn't it?

[This requires OCD. Please hold! OCD is up, now it is time for a bit of setup. SETUP US DONE OMG. Zombies, you are so, so encouraged to join in.]

Pixie Dust, Wednesday

Wednesday, April 1st, 2009 08:23 am
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
The day seemed like it was going to be dreary, so Toby dressed himself in bright colors and chillaxed behind the counter with a fresh copy of the Fandom High Times. Reading Lee's article, Toby was a little concerned that perhaps he should hide from these knitting fiends. OH, but then his song came over the loudspeakers and he was singing along with Cher.

"Do you beliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieve in life after love? I can feel somethin' inside me say, I really don't think you're strong enough oooooh!"

Pixie Dust, Wednesday

Wednesday, March 25th, 2009 08:31 am
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby'd had quite the time getting all that slime off of him so he was spending the day trying on everything in the store in his size and setting fire to anything he found unattractive.

It was cathartic. Not that like, Toby would use that word or anything.

[ocd-free since '93 but open, yes.]

Pixie Dust, Wednesday

Wednesday, March 11th, 2009 06:42 am
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby rushed into Pixie Dust, slamming the door behind him. Customers were lucky he was moving too quickly to bother with the lock as he threw himself behind the counter.

There were shrieking flying monsters outside throwing shit at him from the sky! Not cool!

So not cool!

Toby would be here, behind the counter until he got brave or someone rescued him. Either way he had alcohol, Ritz crackers, and cashmere. Life couldn't be that bad, right?

[I'm too tired for OCD. Open!]
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[personal profile] bigdamnprincipal
Even with the sun out, it was still fairly chilly on the causeway, creating a brisk reminder of what everyone would be leaving behind for the next week as they traveled through the Caribbean.

As the students, teachers, and guests gathered to wait for the portal to Florida, everyone was given a copy of their lodging information and a trip itinerary to peruse:

Eastern Caribbean Cruise Itinerary (7 Days)
Sunday: Portal to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Ship departs 5:00PM)
Monday: Princess Cays, Bahamas (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Tuesday: At Sea
Wednesday: St. Maarten, Netherlands Antilles (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Thursday: St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Friday: Grand Turk (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Saturday: At Sea
Sunday: Portal back from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Portal opens 7AM)


[OOC: Up early for SP! The cruise posts are up now as well: rooms are here and the ship is here. Please check to make sure that you have a room assignment, and let us know if you were accidentally left off. Also, make sure you have [livejournal.com profile] fh_trips friended so you'll see the rest of the posts this week!]
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby was having an oddly sexless week, not being in the mood at all whatsoever. Sigh He'd written some amazing horrorscopes really fast the night before and was feeling confident that they would help someone, should anyone follow his advice.

Looking over some Spring Break-themed merchandise, Toby sang along with the overhead music he'd selected and felt the distinct urge to do some clay sculpture...

"I long to see the sunliiiiiiiiight in your haaaaaaair
And tell you time and time again how much I caaaaare
Sometimes I feel my heart will overfloooooooow
Helloooo, I've just got to let you knooooow

'Cause I woooonder where you are
And I wonder whaaaaat you doooo
Are you somewhere feeling lonely, or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win yooooooouuuuur heart
For I haven't goooooooooooooot a clue
But let me start by saying, I love you...
"

Toby figured he could so make a clay molding of Kevin's manhood from memory, just FYI.

[Pixie Dust open as I am home sick and booored and a little drugged and insane but there is no OCD as that is a trend]
[identity profile] canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com
Marion had spent most of the afternoon decorating the bar with Valentine's decorations she handwavily got from Turtle & Canary. The whole red and pink theme was kind of making her gag but it was Valentine's Day and people were here to find love or whatever.

Marion hoped she was getting a bonus for this or something

After she had set all the decorations and tables up, she put out a nice sign:


Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES

Hosted by Marion Ravenwood
Reject people real fast


When everyone arrived, Marion got on stage and grabbed the mic. "Okay everyone, this is how this is gonna work. I call your name and someone else's. You get together. You guys talk for three minutes, get to know each other and then you'll hear this," Marion put a whistle into her mouth and blew. "Then I call your name with someone else's and then you switch. Then you do the same thing again. Five times total. Questions? No? Good!"

Then she blew the whistle for fun.

[3 minutes = 10 comments, 5 for each of you. You can do these out of order but try not to Joss yourselves. Up early for great SP justice]

[Wait for the OCD or, I swear, I will have Emmett hug you until your back breaks OCD UP!]
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
It was Wednesday so Toby had two things: Work, and his newest, most awesomely published article from the Fandom High Times newspaper. It was glorious.

Toby was walking on air. Even like, customers couldn't bother him today.

Pixie Dust, Wednesday

Wednesday, February 4th, 2009 06:53 am
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby didn't know when it was ever going to get warm again, but he would like, pay the Earth to hook him up with some sunshine and serious heat.

Sitting on the counter at Pixie Dust, he sipped some spiked coffee and stuck in a CD of musical music to sing along with while he chillaxed. "Theeeeeere's a plaaaaaaaaaaaace for us! A tiiiiiiiiiime and plaaaaace for uuuuuuuus! Peace and quiet and ooooooooooooopen air! Hold my hand and I'll taaaaaaake you there! Somehow! Someday! Somewhere!"

Yeah, he was borderline tone deaf but he made up for his lack of ability by having extra enthusiasm!

[Open yet lazily OCD-free]

Pixie Dust, Wednesday

Wednesday, January 28th, 2009 10:04 am
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby was going okay when he got to work. It wasn't desperately cold. There was electricity and heat in the store. Oh, and there was still alcohol and an old GQ behind the counter.

See? Working wasn't so bad.

[OCD-free as I lack inspiration, but open!]
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
It had been weeks since Kevin had disappeared and still Toby hadn't heard from him. Wandering along the beach where they'd washed ashore so many months ago in a sweater and jeans, Toby continually flipped his phone open and closed, debating whether or not he should make the call.

Okay, so he like, debated for twenty seconds before hitting speed dial. Same difference. Oddly enough, the call didn't connect. "Huh." Toby's face twisted in confusion. Sometimes technology was hard.

"Oh, not enough bars!" He stepped into the water, thinking the closer he got to the underwater portal, the better reception would be while his phone dialed. Feeling anti-speed dial, he pressed the buttons deliberately, not noticing the large wave descending on him as the cell connected to the phone system.

Sparking as it connected with water, both Toby and the Fandom Telephonic Network were wiped out.

Oops.

[OOC: AND THUS CRAZY PHONE DAY BEGINS!]

Pixie Dust, Wednesday

Wednesday, January 7th, 2009 07:21 am
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
It was easy enough to tell there was something wrong with Toby, today

For one, he was on time for his new Wednesday shift and not trying on the new line of designer jeans that had arrived. For two, he was wearing a sweater hoodie all zipped up to his chin. For three, Toby was sitting behind the counter and pretending he was a good employee while Cher blasted through the overhead speakers.

It was all very abnormal, but made sense if you knew he'd been rejected by a very dark and mysterious Klingon.

At least he hadn't gotten depressed enough to read a book or anything. That would be just wrong.

[I don't believe in OCD.]
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[personal profile] gobrookeyourself
After sending off her E-mail and running trying to get everything bought at the last second, Brooke set up at the beach. There were totally moddable drink fixings and snacks on a fold-out table covered nicely with a tablecloth because a folding table kind of killed the natural decor, there was music, and she'd been thoughtful and put out little bottles of suntan oil and sunblock out because in December people were probably not prepared.

Some days Brooke loved this town. Today was totally one of them.


[Toooootally open and up early be request, kinda. I WANT THIS WEATHER IRL. (OCD eschewed more so no one yells at me for saying that.)]
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby couldn't believe how warm it was outside. He was going to take advantage of this for as long as possible. Sometimes already being shirtless came in handy.

He found a beach towel in the back and went outside, propping open the door to the shop and positioning himself in the way of anyone who'd pass by.

What? That's where the sun was shining. He needed the light, thank you very much.

Pixie Dust was open.
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby found he liked this whole random mistletoe thing and sat in the doorway of a dressing room, chatting with one of the plants.

"So, try and look like, extra perky if a cute boy comes in the shop today. Not like I wouldn't kiss an ugly boy." Okay, even Toby knew that was a lie. "But I'd really like to kiss a cute one and you, like being here all of a sudden totes makes me think I'm gonna get the chance to during the day and not in some skanky club wearing too much body glitter." What was he saying? There was never too much.

Pixie Dust was open, even if the store seemed rather empty at the moment.

[ooc: ocd-free like the wiiiind]
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
It was buttass cold out and there was nothing Toby hated more than freezing his nips off. Okay, maybe he hated Lucas more, but that was so not the point.

The hot tub-like Onsen, however, was hot. Toby sank deeply into the churning water, letting it heat him to his core. His damp mane of hair curled in the steam and he sighed, content to pretend he was in the tropics again.

Off to the side lay Toby's things - his towel and swim trunks along with a magazine in case he got bored.

What? Like he was supposed to wear a swim suit in what amounted to a giant jacuzzi tub? Not likely.

[ooooopen!]
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Thanksgiving had been awesome. For Toby, the best part was getting to decorate the shop for the next series of holidays. He spent time draping lights in the windows and making all the mannequins sparkle.

It was like an explosion of silver and gold.

[lazy Saturday = OCD free]
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby was cold without his coat.

The mittens were not helping with the chill as much as he'd hoped. He was going to have to suck it up and put a shirt on.

Wearing clothing made work so much less fun.
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Disgusting. The mirror dreaded Saturdays. It had no choice in the matter and could only hope it would be shattered before the week was out and it had to suffer through this one more time.

The half-naked, well-oiled boy was back, flouncing around the store, trying on everything in his size, and making faces at the mirror like some sex-crazed animal.

Or he was just being cute and Toby-like, the mirror didn't know the difference.

Pixie Dust was open.
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby was late for work and less than happy after detention. He was also tired and smelled like dogs. It was completely unattractive and made him sad.

Still, he had a job to do, so he plopped on top of the counter with Cosmo and read about 10 Ways to Snag a Man.
[identity profile] 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.]
[identity profile] yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com
Harvey didn't have too much trouble arranging the brunch in the park. Between the help of the rest of the StuCo members and oddly enough, Marshall (apparently he had a thing for brunch), Harvey hardly had to do a thing. And isn't that what being president is really about?

There was a harvest theme in the tent, with the tablecloths and napkins all in reds, yellows and oranges. Marshall even hand-made the autumn-themed centerpieces on the tables. There was also, of course, every kind of brunch food imaginable set up at the buffet table. There was probably even foods there that didn't even qualify as brunch. Harvey had a hankering for pizza earlier.

A sign was posted outside the tent:

Welcome Parents, Relatives and Friends!
Enjoy Sunday brunch with us!



[OCD is up!]
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
"...And this is where I work, so cool, huh?" Toby grinned at Adam as he hopped onto the counter to conclude his tour of the store.

Adam leaned against the counter, considering all he'd seen in Fandom up until that point, "I dunno, man. When you worked at the bar I got free drinks. That's tough to beat."

"Yeah, but I get, like, clothes here," Toby said excitedly. "And my boss is a tiny little fairy!"

"No, shit?"

Toby smiled smugly. It was going to be an interesting day at work.

Pixie Dust was open for business.

[OOC: Toby and Adam are here for all your clothing needs.]
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
By some act of Fandom, the weather was behaving itself. Any clouds or rain the weather forecasters had blathered about on the news seemed to have skipped over the entirety of Fandom Island. It was a perfect afternoon in October, just the right temperature in which to spend the day outside with pleasant company. Or even relatives.

A wide variety of sumptuous food was spread out on long tables at one end of the park. In the center were plenty of comfortable blue and gold tables and chairs perfect for sitting, chatting, and eating. To the other end of he park was the registration table where visitors could sign in and pickup their name tags.

Just above the registration area was a bright banner announcing the start of a hopefully calm weekend:
Welcome to Parents Weekend 2008

[OOC: DONE! Registration | Security | Food & Drink | Mingling]
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby was super excited for the upcoming Cheerleader sleepover. Imagining everyone would be looking for some new pajamas to show off, he set up a special window display to highlight the store's hottest stuff for boys and girls.

Putting on his favorite set, Toby cranked the heat and set up behind the counter with some nice tabloids.
[identity profile] 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.
[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com
The church was quiet save for a lone man in one of the pews near the front. His head was bowed, hands clasped together and lips moving silently.

The world outside was one full of depravity, transgressions and sin. Inside this church, Father Ned was safe. Inside this church, Father Ned reached out to those who were crying out for help, crying out for aide.

If they were cold, Father Ned gave them his coat. If they were hungry, Father Ned cooked them some soup. It was his small way of giving back to the world after what he'd done in the past. What he must never tell anyone.

No one would ever know that side of him. He'd been born the day he'd become a priest.

And so, Father Ned's prayers ended with a sigh and longing glance upward before he stood and looked at the empty church. Hopefully, it would be filled soon.

[So, Ned's a priest! And he'll be around all day to take confession or what have you. Come on by and confess your sins!]

Pixie Dust, Thursday

Thursday, October 9th, 2008 06:52 am
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby didn't need the extra money now that he had no boyfriend to spend it on, but he was more than happy to head into work for an extra day just to hang out with people and maybe find himself something nice to wear for his co-TA. Dude, who knew Ender was into dudes?

He set to work straightening the fancy, pretty, formal dresses that were still right up front. He paused when he got to the handsome tuxes and suits, wondering if he needed something new for this dance. Maybe just new shoes.

Toby was available for anyone's prom-dressing needs!

[Ooooopen if slow as molasses until 4pm EST]

Pixie Dust, Saturday

Saturday, October 4th, 2008 10:43 am
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby loved Tink. Loved her like you love wee flying leprechaun bosses who like, rode unicorns and killed purple-people-eating monsters in a dark back alley on a national holiday.

Pardon Toby, he'd been drinking as much of Tink's absinthe stash as he could manage since he'd arrived at Pixie Dust. Toby had moved from 'drunk' to 'beyond intoxicated' a little while ago and was laying half-naked across the counter, willing the world to go silent through his tears and blind hatred of that Lucas dude.
[identity profile] my-tragic-past.livejournal.com
Kevin was sitting behind the desk touching his nipples. The chill air on his walk over had caused them to tense up under this thin t-shirt, and he thought it was really cool. He might have to visit Toby later and see about getting a sweater or something.

There was an exhibit to sweep and some windows to clean, but he would put his shirt back on and get to that later. "Nipples are awesome," he declared, so easily amused.
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby was bouncing around the store, shifting racks, and redressing mannequins. He liked staying busy on dreary days when he missed the warmth of the sunshine on his naked chest. Even though the morning had a slight chill in the air, Toby's uniform at Pixie Dust was shirtless, so he was abiding by Tink's rules and his skin was positively glistening in the fluorescent lighting.

Toby set out a plate of cheesecake squares and little cups of schnapps for hungry shoppers. Of course, if they got food on the clothes, they totes had to buy them. He wasn't that stupid.

Pixie Dust was open!
[identity profile] bad-nose-job.livejournal.com
Penelope was at work, on time, and kept herself entertained by wiping down the countertop and stacking glasses. She occasionally sipped beer from a straw and chatted at Tino who more or less just stood there, listening with a nod every now and then. He didn't have much to contribute to stories about plants.

Caritas is open!
[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com
Dōjima was looking pale but determined as she set-up the presentation space.  She'd been shooed out of the clinic at some point to 'go eat', and this seemed as good a way to repress as any.  If she was not allowed to go find and kill this Tybalt, she'd settle for channeling her rage into a more, ah, 'productive' manner.  Like making sure her classmates had access to useful information, and weren't being brainwashed.

Seating?  Check?  Props?  Check.  Goodie Bags for the end?  Triple check.  This was gonna be awesome. 

Barney and Tink-sensei would be so proud. 

Reno had to agree. Upon learning of an abstinence-only class, he had pretty much decided without question that someone had to teach the other side of the story.

The side of the story that didn't involve blue-balls until marriage. Some people just couldn't live that way, dammit.

He crossed his arms and sauntered over to stand by the side of his intrepid teaching buddy.

LJ-Cut for bananas in baggies, and their insane excuse for teaching... )


[OOC:  Up early for SP of Awesome!  Open Boardwalk is Open for all, including 'guests'.  Post & OCD pre-written with the awesome [personal profile] raspberryturk .]


[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
While the sign on the door announced that Pixie Dust was open, customers would be hard pressed to find the employee. Unless they called out, because really, Toby was just on the floor on the other side of the counter, making posters for the upcoming election.

Toby thought he would make a great student council member. He could be the guy who brings snacks to all the meetings and like, other stuco-y stuff. So his posters were going to display this with little artsy drawings of food and his name in hot pink puffy paint.
[identity profile] my-tragic-past.livejournal.com
Kevin wasn't exactly sure what he should be doing at work today, so he decided to pretend to be a carpenter. It took him a while to located the small toolbox that had everything one might need to hang art. Grabbing the hammer, some tiny nails, a level, and a small block of scrap wood, he went back to the desk to practice his skills. He also took his shirt off, because all good carpenters worked shirtless.

There was a poster:
 
Attention all Artists!
The York Gallery will be featuring, for its next exhibit, a community showcase!
Now is the chance to shine, with your work displayed in a fine gallery for everyone to see!
Show will run September 10th through September 28th.
Entries accepted until the 9th!
For any question, concerns, or submissions, come to the gallery at 4 Apocolypse Avenue or call Charlotte at 555-YORK.

[ooc: gone for a while, will pick up pings later this evening.]

[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby liked rainy days. He didn't bother carrying an umbrella on his way to work, letting the rain be the catalyst for a day of super shiny hair and skin.

Granted, air drying from his shirtless walk to town made for a chilly start to the day, so Toby cranked the heat and fixed his damp hair before opening the store.

Despite its employee laying out on top of the counter with a drink in one hand, Pixie Dust was open for business.
[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com
Adah was leaving soon; this was an unavoidable fact. There were very few things that she knew she'd have to do before she left, and most of them albeit handwavily woe had already been taken care of.

This certainly hadn't been on her original list, but, really? She'd be damned if she was going to leave without taking advantage of at least one relaxing evening in a natural hot spring. She just had to be grateful that it happened now rather than in a few days when she'd be gone for certain. Emerged in the warm water, she felt a contented sigh, closing her eyes and tilting her head back at an angle that was comfortable for only her and perhaps people with a few missing vertebrae, and relaxed.

As if she needed another reason to not want to leave...


[[ open, of course! Due to computer sharing and an unexpectedly returning fiance *cough*, I might be slow, but I had to do this before she left, especially with this icon! ]]

Pixie Dust, Saturday

Saturday, August 23rd, 2008 04:44 pm
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby nearly forgot to go to work today. It was like the week had just passed in an instant. To Toby that was quite likely given Fandom was super strange and all.

But he was at the store eventually, setting up a display of incredibly fashionable hats. So what if more of them made it onto his head than onto the display? He looked hot.

[yes, I am using icons for inspiration, sue me.]
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Jaye was actually at work, and there early for once, which shocked the hell out of Tino. But see, she got to host tonight, and she was actually excited for it. She'd even brought popcorn to watch. Maybe someone could get slapped in three minutes and the slapper would end up in the pond. When people arrived, there was even a sign on the door.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES

Hosted by Jaye Tyler
Reject People! Speedily!


When everyone had gotten there, Jaye took the stage, mic in hand. "Hey there, so you should all know how this goes by now, as we've had way too many for you to be clueless. Unless you're new. In which case, ha ha, suckers. So, dating sucks, so we get you through the process really really quickly. Now you can find out within three minutes that the person you're talking to is not the one you want to spend even four minutes more with.

"Here's how it goes: I call your name, and someone else's. You get together. You talk for three minutes, get to know each other, and then you'll hear this," she said, pulling an airhorn from behind her back to sound it. "Then I'll call your name with someone else's and you switch. You'll hear this sound," she said, blowing the horn again just because she could, "five times total. Any ques- good. Enjoy!"


[Three minutes = ten comments, which means each person gets five comments in a thread. You don't have to do these chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself. Slowplay is totally fine omg.

Also wait for OCD becauase if you interrupt me I WILL come over there. Ready! Set! Go kill my inbox!]

Pixie Dust, Saturday

Saturday, August 9th, 2008 02:03 pm
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Toby had barely made it to work for all the creepy bugs lurking everywhere. He slammed the door to the shop and made a run for the counter, thinking if he stayed up high, he'd be safe.

He was watching the floor for ants and giant worms and things when a huge spider fell on his bare shoulder.

Toby screamed and smacked it away as he ran through the store in search of safety.

Pixie Dust was open.

Pixie Dust, Saturday

Saturday, August 2nd, 2008 11:57 am
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby wasn't in the best of moods today. He and Kevin had been broken up for like, forever and he was starting to get worried that it was never going to work out and his little heart was going to just stay broken.

Okay, so he thought about it for maybe a minute before he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and realized he was having a fantastic hair day and totally was going to get laid after work.

Or maybe during work, depending on who stopped in.

[sp for me as I pack, WOE]

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