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makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade's portal had arrived a bit later, but only because he'd gotten to have a layover for five hours in a karking men's truck stop bathroom. He would never be clean again.

"Coffee," he told the barista with a glower. "So. Much. Coffee."

He slumped into a seat and glared at all of the unfamiliar faces outside the shop. Ugh. Fandom. Hopefully most of those people weren't karking relatives.

[OOC: So open.]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Like so many weekends before it, the calm of a September Saturday morning was interrupted by the unscheduled opening of a portal in the park. This one sprang to life in a blaze of blue and gold and a burst of glitter before settling into something more stable.

The first to flood out were a score of squirrels, followed by some alots, a few teal deer, and some gremlins who had left Fandom to seek their fortune through biting. Then humans, humanoids, and those we never asked about too closely came through the portal.

Welcome back to Fandom, alums! Even if you hadn't planned on being here this weekend!

[OOC: Feel free to establish your folks coming through if they aren't taking alternative methods to arrive! HAPPY TENTH ANNIVERSARY, FANDOM! Come hang out in the IM chatroom gogremlins if you have time to kill and want to catch up/squee/find out what people have done IRL over ten years...]

glacial_queen

So, originally, the plan had been for Karla, Warren, and all three children to show up at Fandom this weekend and do the whole reunion thing. They'd see old friends, show Nyles and Cora the island, and take a ridiculous number of pictures commemorating things that really didn't need to be commemorated. And then, last night, Cora had come into Karla's parlor before bedtime complaining that she didn't feel good. And then had promptly thrown up. Nyles, who had been a footstep behind her, managed to keep down his dinner, but was flushed and feverish.

Long story short, Cora and Nyles had come down with chicken pox. And as much as Karla would have liked to simply Heal them and be done with it, getting chicken pox now meant they wouldn't get worse illnesses later, and so Warren and Karla reluctantly agreed to let them stick it out. And that clearly meant that at least one parent needed to stay with them. But Kayla, being far too young, needed to be kept away. And so, after a spirited game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, (best two out of three, and no, Warren, she didn't cheat), Karla had ended up being the one who got to take Kayla away to the island for the weekend, while Warren and his healing factor took care of two thoroughly miserable children.

On the other hand, now Karla at least had a good excuse to take a million pictures? Like the ones she was taking now, of Kayla smearing vanilla ice cream all over her face as she attempted to spoon it into her mouth. Thank the Darkness for data plans.

heromaniac

Momoko and Triela were in the basement gun range at the Atlas Gym. Finally. It had taken a while to jog the memory of the desk attendant to the fact that there even was one on the premises. There weren't really cobwebs, but the place definitely had needed a swift cleaning before Momoko would agree to even set her coat down. Triela had left her to the main area and gone to check the targets actually worked and that there were weapons and working equipment.

After everything was checked out (and it was all fine, if just un-used), Momoko had sent text messages to people to let them know where they were, and then the girls had proceeded to break out the guns!

Momoko looked around a bit as she easily loaded her Five-seveN. "I wonder why no one ever uses this place. It's actually kind of nice!"

[for anyone! Come talk to Momo or Triela or just shoot! Or, heck, be curious about why there are a bunch of ~~hot girls~~ people heading to the basement of the gym.]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Finding a corner of the park that didn't bear the remnants of the morning's celebration had actually taken more work than Triela had expected it to. Apparently she'd never dealt with Viking parties before.

But things had been managed, food had been laid out. Nothing fancy, but... not just chips and salsa. This was something Triela had planned, after all, and that demanded a certain amount of decorum. As much as you could get with paper plates, anyway.

Hilshire was there, of course, but he'd been told in no uncertain terms that he was to stand off to the side and not interfere. And then he'd gotten a glare for daring to smile in slight amusement at her tone. He'd complied, though, so he was standing off to the side looking... sad.

Not that Triela looked over to check on him or anything. Certainly not with any frequency.

Now she simply had to wait for her guests to arrive.

[Triela's having a little going-away party for herself. A chance to say thank you to her friends. If you think she would have written you an invitation, she did, and if you just want to stumble upon this out of the way corner of the park, feel free.]
[Warnings in the Incident thread for major medical collapse.]

redheadbabyvamp.livejournal.com

Jessica was a tiny bit bummed out about graduation. She'd never finished high school due to the whole being transformed into a vampire. It had never bothered her before -- school was boring, after all, and being a vampire was so much more cool than school. But it was something she'd never get to do now, and just a tiny part of her felt sad about that.

Whatever. She threw off the mood and busied herself tidying up the bar.

Current Mood: blah

heromaniac

Momoko had been all over town and the school today, hanging posters for her Teamwork class' team charity project/final. They'd made arrangements at the Community Center already and Momoko headed straight there to man the collection booth as soon as her Ethics class ended.

Hopefully lots of people would bring their old clothes, books, and things so that they would have a good sale and be able to buy lots of toys for the sick kids.

She looked at the giant version of the poster that she'd taped to the back of a chair near her pile of empty boxes. "Hmmm. Maybe I should have used glitter. To just, you know, totally attract the attention? It's kind of ordinary looking."

[OOC 1: Poster is in PDF, but have text: Have stuff you don't want? ["Thanks for the sweater!"] Can't take it home? ["This hasn't been invented yet!"] Just don't use it anymore? Bring it to us!! At the Community Center all day Thursday. Then come to our Charity Rummage Sale. This Saturday, in the Community Center! All proceeds will go to buying toys for kinds in hospitals!! Left-over stuff will also be donated to charity!! Organizers: Momoko Akatsutsumi, Effy Stonem, Triela]

[OOC 2: OPEN Post, yay! They're really collecting, so stop on by! Of course they can't actually have the rummage sale on Saturday, but they don't know that. Shh!]

Current Mood: energetic

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

It had become a kind of habit to walk to the park in the mornings and do her dance practise there. It was the best place to come up with new ideas for her classes, and she always had an audience, even though by now the ducks and flamingos mostly ignored her.

Dance practise had become a good routine. Some days it might look like she was killing something (and that might actually cause some disturbance among the birds), and other days she danced one of the ballet pieces she had learnt as a child. Some days she did a lot of standing still.

Sometimes people joined her. She wondered what today would be like. Later today she would look human, but this morning she wore her true zerg form. The bony wings always added a lot to the dance.

[open park, of course. Welcome to talk to, dance with or stare at River.]

glacial_queen

Karla was back on Fandom again and, oddities of the morning aside--like waking up in the dorms--was pretty excited to be back on the island. After a brief practice with sticks in the preserve, she'd decided to look up some of her favorite places from her time here.

...Which had her heading to the ice cream store, obviously. Well, with a quick stop at the Perk for coffee. Funny how neither store had changed a bit. Even her coffee-maker back home looked more modern than that.

Of course, she had a Skywalker with a tinkering fetish in her Court, so maybe she wasn't the best judge of that.

Ordering a GIANT sundae for herself (she was a grown-up, she could have ice cream for breakfast if she wanted to), she made her way over to a table near one of the windows and settled in, looking for familiar faces.

Well, probably not so familiar anymore.

[Open like an ice cream store. FYI, Karla still looks pretty young, in her mid-twenties.]

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

If anyone could recall the dance from the night before, they would have thought that it was decorated tastefully compared to what was going on tonight. There were streamers, balloons and what appeared to be paper flower ornaments everywhere. All done in yellow and blue for the proud graduates of Fandom High, of course.

And there were the 'classic' songs from twenty years ago blaring loudly for people to dance or cringe to. Who knew Ke$ha and Justin Bieber would get to be classic pop music for future generations?

Just be glad there is an open bar.

Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Dance Floor | Open Bar | Dark Corners

raspberryturk

Reno was making a weird face, again, at Fixer-Uppers. But this time, it wasn't at the hideous sign. Uh. Often.

No, no. Today, there were little cards all tucked in and around the shelves, sitting in the toolboxes and just generally getting in Reno's way.

Will You Bee Mine? they asked. I Choo-Choo-Choose You!

Reno made a face as he set about to clearing them away. He had no idea where the hell they came from, as none of them were signed. Maybe he'd hang on to them for next week or something. Wasn't that stupid holiday next week? And hopefully nobody who got them would realize that they were both a) really stupid, and b) scented like gasoline.

[Open! With teeny SP warnings off and on, while I do homework!]

intraspective

It probably looked like she wasn't doing anything as she sat in Cable-san's chair with her eyes closed.

That, however, was wrong.

Meditation was the goal for today and, after her class, it became a game to see how far in she could reach in herself. Which, admittedly, wasn't the same as finding out how far she could go on someone else.

But Ino doubted she'd get a volunteer to let her try that on the island.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com

There was rather less to be done today in preparation for the auditions, truly, which would be why after making certain that everything was set up exactly the way he wanted, Genesis had flung himself down in a seat and was texting Angeal.

It gave him something to do while he waited to see who might show up. And it was always amusing to needle his old friend with taunts of a secret that he wasn't inclined to share just yet.

Casting for DOGS
Cast and crew needed! Free food and drink available!

He'd put the phone away when people began arriving, of course, but until then...

Well, why not?

glacial_queen

Karla was back at work after skipping the last two shifts. She'd left in such a hurry on Sunday, she hadn't told Mini-Morton to cover that first shift and she hadn't been capable of telling him last weekend after she'd unexpectedly turned into an Arcerian cat.

Two weeks was apparently enough to make her view the shop with new eyes. Everything seemed so much more...intriguing, today. The kind of low-level twitchiness she'd woken up with this morning had sharpened when she came into the store. Everywhere she looked, there was something to do with love and desire and sex and, strangely, that's pretty much where Karla's thoughts had been trending all day.

Probably an after effect of being person-shaped again.

Karla decided that she would spend the day dusting the merchandise. Slowly. Languidly. With a renewed interest in everything. She just wished that she didn't need so much time to rest between displays and all the jumpy energy she was feeling translated into real energy as well.

apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com

Genesis cast his gaze over his ~~minions~~ actors and actresses. His eyes narrowed at the expected—he listened to radio, after all—but not approved of absence of one of them.

How were they supposed to do Scene Five without one half of it?

Hmmm.

Well, it was only two of the children who were involved. Perhaps he’d call them in for extra practice later.

"We’re moving on to scenes six through eight today," he informed them. Idly wondering how many would realize he'd just skipped a scene without bothering to justify that. "Which means several of you who’ve had no lines prior to this are up today. Rinoa, Ariel, Sara, Jack—you don’t get to sleep today—and Triela. Up on stage."

[~~Plz to be waiting for the~~ OCD has arrived! Carry on!]

apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com

Given the... diversity... of the auditions he had received on Wednesday, Genesis was in a fine mood as he picked idly through his scripts today. He smirked a bit, wondering at what reactions they would get upon seeing his chosen script for the play. Everything, of course, was already set up.

The people of Fandom were certainly enthusiastic, even if the majority of them had little skill to speak of. But some of them, some of them had potential.

And some of them just greatly amused him.

Which was its own value, push come to shove.

Casting for Snow White
Cast and crew needed! Free food and drink available!

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up, up and away!]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela still hadn't manage to get up the energy to reclaim her weapons from Rosalind. In fact, she was feeling positively dreadful. Dizzy. With a terrible headache.

She stumbled slightly over... nothing. Maybe she shouldn't have worn the heels today. Because clearly they were to blame for... everything. She should... sit down for a quick break. There wasn't anything convenient nearby so she just took a seat on the grass.

In a couple of minutes she'd be just fine. That's all she needed.

[Open if you want to deal with a very woozy cyborg assassin. And you know you do.]

shiroi_tiger

Captain Nathan Algren actually found it to be a little bittersweet, packing up the few belongings that he didn't want to part with and making his way to the Causeway. Mina was gone back to be with her League, and, while his feelings for her were strong, her home wasn't where he belonged. And here, increasingly so with each passing day, wasn't where he belonged, either.

But there was one place where he did have a home. A home, and, though he used the term tentatively, a family.

And so it was with his sword at his hip, and a bag of the odds and ends that he'd amassed in his year and a half of being here slung over one shoulder, that he crossed the Causeway. The money he'd made in his time here, once he'd exchanged it for currency more suited to his own time and his destination, would be enough to buy him a horse and some food at least. From Tokyo he'd make his way into the mountains, to the Samurai village that he'd come to love, perhaps to find some measure of the peace that we all seek, and so few ever find.

[Open Causeway is open, should anyone have any desire to catch Algren before he goes. This will be his last post, and from here he's off to that handwavey happy ending with a pretty Japanese woman and her adorable family. Aww.]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela had been disappointed to have searched all the common rooms without finding her favorite blend of tea. Normally she'd just make do with whatever else was around, but for some reason she was feeling picky tonight.

The idea of Triela being picky would surely shock anyone who knew her. Really!

Anyway, she knew the Perk stocked it on occasion, and so she'd wandered into town, hoping that they had some tonight. Fortunately, they did. (Whether it was fortunate for Triela or the poor, hapless guy behind the counter wasn't clear.)

So she sat at a table, staring thoughtfully out the window with a slowly cooling cup of tea on the table in front of her.

unborn-renegade.livejournal.com

For the first time, it was Jak who took the first talking shift. "Hey, guys. We're in the shooting range for a reason," he said, nodding at the... well, the scenery behind him. "Some of you probably haven't used a gun before. Some of you haven't had enough practice. So we're getting some practice in today. If you don't know what you're doing, me and Triela are going to give a demonstration." This was probably the wordiest anyone was ever going to see him, so, y'know. "Practice safety in the range. Don't keep your finger over the trigger. Remember that firing any gun is going to give you some recoil, so brace yourself."

He squared his shoulders. "But I'm sure Triela'll give you the run through," he finished. "Anyway, you've got your short range," point at the shotgun, "Your long range," at which he held up his Morph Gun, blaster attachment attached, "Snipers, handguns, semi-automatics, automatics..." He trailed off. "Lots of guns." You know. To keep things simple.

Kennedy was mostly keeping her mouth shut on this one, guns and slayage not being particularly compatible activities in her experience; for today, she'd mostly be standing there looking serious, kind of daring anyone in the group to goof off so she could get up in their face about it.

Zack, on the other hand, was going to keep his mouth shut, stand there looking serious, and occasionally crack a little smile as he looked around the group. He liked people! He couldn't help it!

"Please, be sure to pay careful attention to everything you're shown today, if you're planning on handling any of the guns," he stated. "I probably don't have to tell you that, because most of you guys have a healthy respect for most weaponry, but it's important enough that it's worth stating. I'll have to give you stern looks and a lecture or something if any of you get hurt."

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela wasn't at all sure what to feel about this little meeting (which wasn't a date). Given graduation and schedules and similar things, she wouldn't be surprised if this was the last conversation she really had with Leto.

Given how he tended to get her back up, and how flustered he often made her, that should have been a good thing, but she felt conflicted about it. Not that she was letting that show, she hoped. As she stood outside waiting for him to arrive, she ruthlessly suppressed the urge to tap her foot impatiently. Because that wouldn't do at all.

[Expecting the one.]

intraspective

She was singing along with the radio as she reread her notes on her family techniques. Ino was going to have to find some way to practice some of it but... she wasn’t sure how well that’d work while on the island.

Another thing to ponder, and Ino getting rather sick of things she had to think about. Why couldn’t anything be easy? Fixable! Simple to accomplish! Was that really too much to ask?

It apparently was. Ino was tugged from her studying, sometime late afternoon, near the tail-end of hershift, by the sound of her phone ringing. “Afternoon!” she chirped. And got her sensei on the other end of the line. //Asuma-sensei? What’s up?//

And then she didn’t have time to brood because Asuma-sensei was in a mood and quizzing her on anything and everything—from things in Fandom to how to take out a group of enemies the most efficient way using her skillset. After the first few questions where she fumbled the ball out of surprise, Ino settled in, wondering at what his phone bill was going to look like, and devoted herself to answering the questions as best she could. And wondering if he’d tell her why at the end of it.

Ino was guessing not.

Covent Garden Flowers

Vida Boheme, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

Covent Garden Flowers is Open.

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Prom had been interesting. Triela didn't really see what all the fuss was about. She supposed she'd kind of enjoyed herself, but, really, if she was going to hang out with Jak she'd much prefer to do so with guns. Things were more interesting that way.

As it was they'd just talked and had some food. He didn't dance, and she didn't dance well, so...

At least it hadn't driven her crazy or anything. And she'd gotten back to her room in plenty of time to get enough sleep. So she'd went on with her usual Saturday routine. Which looked like most of her days, really.

Woke up early. Swung by the range. And now it was the part of her day where she took a long run. This one led her out along the beach as she made pretty much a full circuit of the island. Triela didn't feel any need to really push herself today, so she was running at an easy pace. For her, anyway. Hair pulled back in a ponytail and (quite sensible, thank you very much) running shoes were her little act of rebellion against all the stupid orders from Alessandro...

[Expecting one, but open.]

noearsyet.livejournal.com

Just on the other side of the Causeway, the weather was cool, but in Fandom, a beautiful, warm nearly-summer evening welcomed Fandom's seniors and juniors to their Prom.

A large tent open on one side had been erected in the center of the park. Garlands of small white lights entwined with greenery decorated the edges and roof of the tent, while two of the canvas sides were covered in large pictures of cherry blossoms and the middle had a wall-sized painting of a masquerade. Under the canopy were clusters of little chairs and tables along with the table of food and punch bowl.

Beyond the tent's open wall, a dance floor had been set up on the grass under the ~~conveniently~~ flowering trees. More fairy lights had been wound through the tree branches leaving the area softly lit in most areas. Torches were placed in a few clusters around the dance floor, making flickering areas of brighter light for people to congregate.

A photographer waited for his clients just beyond the dance floor with several backdrops of flowers or masquerades or, oddly, a lemur family to choose from.

The voting box for Prom King and Queen stood right at the entrance to the dance for those last-minute votes.

And, of course for Fandom's Masquerade, a table of elaborately decorated (or some more simple ones) waited for their new owners to simply slip them on and join the revelry.

[OOC: Weather modded with permission. The Prom is open to juniors, seniors, and their dates and definitely open to slowplay. Another post will be going up later this evening set for 10pm-midnight. Prom voting is open until 4pm EDST ~~Please to be waiting for the~~ OCD IS UP! (No thanks to LJ)]

[Arrive and Mingle | Photographer | Food Tables and Punch | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Ladies Room | Men's Room | Dancing | OOC]

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

There was a bull-size wolf moving through town. The fact that some people might end up thinking he was a monster had occurred to Jacob, but his sense of self preservation was very much skewed. Besides, how many monsters did you know that walked around with a cut off pair of jeans attached to his hind leg by a gas mask. Luckily there was no droid baby, Sedna had been dumped with Morgana which seemed better for everyone involved. Except perhaps Morgana.

It left Jacob free to wander the island, trying to pick up a scent of the wolves that had taken the principal. He couldn't help wondering if the one he'd met on Thursday had anything to do with it. He didn't want to believe it, she'd been... He didn't know what it had been, but he'd been comfortable with her almost as if she'd been one of his pack despite all the differences.

The fog was still thick and while Jake's bulk gave him at least some time before he started hallucinating, he wasn't immune. It forced him to retreat regularly when the vampire scents became more poignant and he could see things moving that weren't really there. He'd find a spot, turn back and breath through the gas mask until he was certain his head was clear enough. Then he'd be back out, looking for real monsters and the wolves. Because somehow that was personal.

[Open for monster encounters and/or running into Jake.]

Current Mood: predatory

therewaslife

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!]

Current Mood: calm

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

Not having noticed anything out of the ordinary about today, Hinata had deemed it safe enough to venture out of the dorms and down to the village for a tea and a pastry.

J,GOB had better pastries, it had to be admitted, but she preferred sitting in the Perk so that she could read in one of their comfortable chairs and, if she got bored with that, was able to quietly enjoy just watching people go by on the street.

Hinata found it peaceful and, from her understanding of the season, that too was something to be celebrated in.

[Open as a public place is, yes!]

tyler_gone

After getting back from Sweden, Tyler had slept until just before Fight Club. The results had him feeling a bit like a vampire who never saw daylight. But a very well-rested vampire.

"Welcome back," he said, pacing as usual. "It's been a while, but we haven't forgotten you and I hope you haven't forgotten us. If you need a refresher, rules are on the gym door."

"And if you need a refresher after one week, you are most likely still hungover, and have no place on the mats," Ghanima replied. "Which is why we'll hit you anyway, so that you learn."

"Now then. You and you. Young lady, you're with her. And Azula, with me, please."

"Ghanima, I'm picking on your brother again," Tyler said. "Leto, with her. Steve, with him. And those two. Go hit each other."

"I can't say I disapprove," Ghanima laughed. "I think it's a sister's duty to help torment her brother."

"Now, everyone go hit the mats. Get out your dismay that classes are back again tomorrow, and yes, we expect you to be there. We don't care that it's Homecoming week."

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ OCD ~~please~~ up, go fight!]

magdaofslovenia.livejournal.com

Sophie was in the middle of changing out displays; the digital art was being taken down, to be sold at auction or sent to previous buyers, and a display of neo-surrealism, including work by George Grie and Maria Jahn, was going up.

The gallery was still open, though, with cider, coffee and tea on the sideboard.

And a newspaper article on her desk, with definite dates and places marked. Right next to the article about the re-authentication of the Hope Diamond-- which had disappeared for 48 hours over the weekend, only to re-appear with no warning by Sunday night.

Yeah, that one had Sophie laughing.

[open and OCD freeee!]

future_sandworm

It was a good thing that no one have come to visit him, even without the timeline dangers. Leto didn't want to think about introducing aunt Alia to this place and having her talk to his teachers. Even Stilgar or Harah would have been a little difficult, and he could imagine endless tirades from Harah about wasting water.

He had ordered a coffee and sat down by a window table.

[Open, of course!]

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

Barney was smart and had purposefully blocked all outgoing mail from Fandom to his New York City (sorry, no luck for you, Robin) and so could blissfully oversee the gathering of guests, students, teachers, and townies happening in the park. The day was bright and sunny, regardless of what any weather reports might claim.

The Student Council had done a nice job getting things together to greet the visitors. 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 gaudy banner announcing the start of a calm and relaxing weekend. Okay, a weekend where Barney got a lot of popcorn to listen to radio.
Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2009!

[ OOC: DONE! Registration | Security | Food & Drink | Mingling | OOC ]

Current Mood: thoughtful

laceycantlie.livejournal.com

There were things Lacey could have lived without, really, like discovering the existence of fanfiction.net. (Yes, it'd taken her this long. Shut up.) She could have turned back while it was still safe, but no, she'd had to keep poking through out of curiosity, and then it turned into a fascinating horror, and then trainwreck syndrome kicked in.

The sound of that woman in the kitchen cooking up a storm? That might be the sound of a woman mourning the flaming ruins of her childhood.

Today's Specials
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Pulled Pork Sandwich with Garlic Aioli
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Luke's is open, and Lacey can't unsee it. SHE CAN'T UNSEE IT OH GOD.

[OOC: . . . I have no idea.]

awesomebigsis.livejournal.com

Ellie was kind of sleepy today so she stopped to get some caffeine before arriving. She did not share that with the horses, though. They got apples and carrots instead. They seemed okay with that.

The Gig? Open.

trigons_child

When Raven wasn't spending her time playing with Hercules, she was curiously inspecting some of the books Decadent Delights had to offer. Most of them were far too graphic for her to even consider looking at, but the works of fiction were intriguing. Perhaps a romance novel would be a good place to start. She ruled The Darker Passions: Dracula and The Darker Passions: Carmilla right out when she realized they were about vampires. Vampire romance novels? Who would want to read such a thing?

She finally settled on a trio of books by the same author, Bound By Honor: An Erotic Novel of Maid Marian, Master: An Erotic Novel of the Count of Monte Cristo (one word in the title made her twitch, just a little -- or maybe two), and Unmasqued: An Erotic Novel of The Phantom of The Opera.

...

This was romance?

Decadent Delights was open.

Current Mood: curious

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

Feeling like an imposter in her new coat Hinata was at work, as per usual, and feeling glad that at the very least, Yei’s fur was white.

So it matched the coat. Otherwise she doubted the poor coat would have managed to look furless for long since Yei was all over sitting in her lap and attempting to perch on her shoulders today.

“No,” she said patiently, plucking Yei from her shoulder and holding her in front. “You’re too big for my sh-shoulders.”

Yei mewed plaintively. Hinata sighed, set her cat down, and tried to go back to her book. It was a scene that would be repeated today, she just knew it.

Book Haven is Open.

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena had gotten Layla's e-mail, and as much as she was trying (and completely failing) not to be friends with Zack, she sort of was. Friends with him. And friends should go to birthday parties. Right? Right.

She hadn't expected to be the first one there, but she was going to roll with it. A little preparation, some party favors and hats to hand around, and she even wrote GIFTS on the back of a menu and propped it up on a side table.

Now, to wait for the guest of honor. And all the rest of the guests, for that matter ...

(OOC: posted for the lovely-but-afk

iknowstuff. If you wanted an invite, you got one, and hell, you don't need an invite to drop in, either. OCD ~~coming~~ up!)

Current Mood: chipper

atreideslioness

"Welcome back," Ghanima began, looking over the assorted company. "I'm pleased to see we didn't scare too many of you off by forcing introductions."

"Luckily for you, there aren't any enforced group bonding activities today. Only sparring."

"Sparring," Tyler concurred. "No talking. And, since we're huge now, more matches. You and you, you and you, you in the back and you trying to look too cool for this. Ghanima, pick the last six."

"You can talk to other people, of course, but only if you want to. And you should introduce yourself to your partner," she commented dryly. "Let's see. You, sir, with her. And you and you. Leto, with her."

"Everyone else, grab someone, grab some mat, and start punching."

"We're here if you need us," Tyler added, retreating back to observe.

Arrive & Mingle / Beginner & Training Area / RNG Matches / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC

[~~Wait for the OCD if you please~~. No more waiting! Go ahead and start hitting!]

Current Mood: accomplished

future_sandworm

Leto was quite certain that Triela would show up, despite her obvious nervousness about this dinner. She was too proud not to. He also suspected that she had suggested seafood to make him a little uneasy, but it didn't quite work. The Fremen did keep fish to protect their water reserves, after all, even if they tasted differently than those from the sea.

Lobsters, however. Leto wrinkled his nose a little as he looked through the menu, waiting for Triela.

[For one, obviously.]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela's lack of a sweet tooth meant that she didn't spend a lot of time at the Boulder, but she didn't have a problem with the place. After ~~handwavily~~ arranging to meet Ino after gun club she'd headed over. She was running just a bit late due to staying at club a bit too long, but she was okay with that, and Ino probably wouldn't mind.

[For the one, though you're welcome to bug Triela or get some ice cream if you want.]

unborn-renegade.livejournal.com

Jak's first night on the island had been pretty restful. Of course, he hadn't exactly packed a lot to take with him (and he wouldn't be surprised if somewhere, Samos really wanted to lecture him for diving into things unprepared) so moving in hadn't exactly cost him much. Still, his roommate was cool, and people so far seemed to get him, so that worked out.

The Precurian-to-Roman alphabet translation chart that Samos had given him was even accurate. The old man hadn't spited him that much, which was good. And his roommate was cool.

All of this didn't mean that Jak didn't feel slightly homesick in the morning. In order to alleviate that, he made his way down to the beach, the wrappings around his feet pulled back enough to let his toes stick out and push through the sand as he walked.

He wondered how far he could swim without any Lurker sharks popping up (did they have Lurker sharks here?) for a few minutes, then got distracted by jumping and climbing up a few rocks near the coastline. The weather might not have been what he was used to, but otherwise, he managed to create a credible illusion of being back in Sandover. That was good enough.

[[ open! ]]

atreideslioness

Tyler barely glanced at Ghanima before he went toward the combatants this week.

"I think half the town's out of town," he said. "Me and him. You two. You and you, you and you. And this is Fred Dukes. He has something to say before we start. Fred?"

Fred wiped the back of his mouth with his ham of a hand. "I'm Fred Dukes, and I'm here to provide a damn public service. You think hitting a bag is fine and good, but it ain't anything like hittin' a person. That's where I come in. You need experience hitting a person, but ain't ready or wanting them to hit back? That's what I'm for. Though you make any disrespectful jokes, I get to punch you one right in the kisser." He looked over at Tyler. "That good enough for ya?"

"Perfect," Tyler smirked, and started pointing around the gym. "Matches there, practice there, Fred here. No makeup this week. Let's go."

Ghanima just rolled her eyes and went over to work with her trainees. Boys. So violent.

[OCD up, have at it.]

atreideslioness

Ghanima was alone today, no Tyler in sight as people filed into the gym.

"Thank you all for being understanding about my choice to cancel club last week. Considering the extenuating circumstances, I'm sure some of us wanted an outlet, but I needed to be with my stepmother."

"I'm going to make it easy this week," she announced. "You two, you two. You and you, and you and you. Mr. Durden can't be here today, so I'm going to ask everyone to function as my other set of eyes, since contrary to popular rumor, I do not have a pair in the back of my head."

"Be smart, know your limits, and go toss someone into the mats a few times. I have a feeling that we all need it."

Mingle / Training Area / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Ghanima / OOC

[Up early for SP Goodness!]

usedtotravel.livejournal.com

The good news was, a few people had woken up.

The bad news was, there were far, far more people still asleep, and it wasn't clear if they'd be waking up any time soon.

[OCD is up, thank you for waiting!]

intraspective

The hall was still full of sleepers.

Luckily, there was plenty of food, coffee, and other drinks around to keep the doctors, nurses, volunteers and worried folk awake and wired and ready to spot any changes in condition.

For her part, Ino dreamt of sleep. But not the creepy sort of sleep. She could live without that, thanks. Unfortunately, she didn't have the time to sleep right now and there was no point in complaining.

There was work to be done, after all.

[~~Wait for the OCD or I will sic tired grumpy Ino on you.~~ OCD is up, hurrah!]

intraspective

One mostly sleepless night for hapless clinic workers and volunteers? Check.

Rows and rows of sleeping people? Check and double check. The sleeping people were, in Ino's not-so-humble opinion, really freakin' creepy thank you ever so very much. She didn't like the numbers, at all. Or the fact that nothing yet could be done to wake them up.

(And, maybe okay, she also didn't like the fact that she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, shut up.)

That didn't stop the nurses, volunteers, and coffee makers from chugging on bravely in the face of all that unrelenting sleep and making sure their patients were properly taken care off.

[~~Wait for the OCD or I will sic Ino on you~~ OCD is up, up and away!

ETA: Evening/Night post is here]

atreideslioness

It was the start of another semester, which meant the rules were once again displayed prominantly on the doors to the gym.

Rules of Fandom Fight Club
1. What happens here, stays here. We can't keep the squirrels out, but if somebody tells you something on the mat, you don't repeat it off the mat.
2. No weapons or powers unless everyone knows in advance and is fighting within their grouping.
3. No shoes.
4. If someone says "stop" or goes limp, the fight is over.
5. Two people to a fight.
6. Fights go on as long as they have to.
7. No tourists. If you need to take a week to see what this is like, cool, but no coming back just to watch. You wanna watch, get a TV; here, everybody fights.
8. No fighting if you're sick or injured. You wanna screw up your body, you do it on your own time.
9. The organizers reserve the right to remove you from the club at any time for violation of these rules.

"Good evening," Ghanima said cheerfully as people arrived, Tyler standing beside her. "For anyone lurking in the back that is new, welcome to Fandom Fight Club. The purpose of this group is catharsis and self-improvement through unarmed combat. There is absolutely nothing wrong with therapeutic violence - no matter what the armchair shrink of the week says - and this place is here to provide you with that option."

"Since yesterday was a holiday and today all the students are moving to the cabins, we're skipping the randomly assigned fights. We don't want to put anyone on the floor who is not capable of performing at their best."

"So find a new friend, and hit them. Those of you who want to work on your skills, you know where to find me. Now shoo."

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tyler_back modded with loving permissions. OCD up, go forth!]

Current Mood: amused

spring-lost.livejournal.com

It was a new term full of new students; which meant that Cable was setting up his list of the new and what they'd gotten up to over newbie day again, calmly inputting data into his system.

He had also opened up the store after a particularly odd accident that happened here yesterday. He noted one name on the list in particular.

Hm. Might have had something to do with it.

On the floor, Jan was amusing herself with a few building blocks.

[[ open! see ooc for info. ]]

glacial_queen

After their practice in the range, Karla and Triela headed up to the Lobster Hut for lunch. Karla'd chosen it because she at least recognized seafood. And there generally weren't little tiny peppers OF PAINFUL SPICY DEATH to deal with.

They were shown to a booth immediately, with a waiter coming by to drop off their menus. And some bread rolls, which Karla appreciated. She hadn't exhausted herself like she had the last time they'd practiced in the range, but she was almost always hungry anyway.

"Want one?" Karla offered the basket to Triela.

[Thread locked for Triela, but restaurant is open to anyone. Except people who believe that Manhattan-style clam chowder is really clam chowder. NO SEA FOOD FOR YOU.]

tyler_gone

"I'm seeing some familiar faces here from last night," Ghanima said as people filed in. "Hopefully you weren't all up too late."

"If you were, shake it off or get out. Half-hearted attempts because you're too sleep-deprived to pay attention are insulting and a recipe for injury."

"If you get out there and screw around," Tyler added, "we'll just send you home anyhow. Don't embarrass yourselves."

"Now comes the fun. For us, at least," Ghanima said. "You. You. You two. Tyler?"

"Them," Tyler said, gesturing to two people at opposite edges of the crowd, "Her and him. Go."

[~~Wait for~~ OCD ~~PLEASE~~ is up now YAY. Cowritten with

atreideslioness]

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

Hinata had been kicked out of class.

Hinata. Had been. Kicked out of class. And wasn’t sorry for it, even though she was rather in shock at what had happened.

How, exactly, she’d wandered down to the park, Hinata wasn’t sure. But shock was why she was sitting on one of the benches, the flush slowly fading, but looking rather shell-shocked as she tried to deal with the fact that a) she’d stood up for her opinion, b) she’d been sent out of class for it and c) didn’t feel bad about it.

[Ooopen as a park is!]

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