[identity profile] likeabeachball.livejournal.com
Vince was at the Causeway, hauling several large suitcases behind him.

Presumably Howard was helping him with that.

"So, you get your wish," Vince said. "We're going back to London. Best mates forever, eh?"

[ooc: Open for your causeway/say goodbye to Vince needs. Handwave a phone call, if you like.]

The Gig, Friday

Friday, October 2nd, 2009 10:16 am
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Dani rushed through her chores today so she could change her clothes before heading to the park. It would be nice to see her dad again, but she suspected that Ken had some sort of agenda in coming to see her. But once she had the horses set up in the paddock, she was going to meet with her father and find out what was going on.

The Gig was open!
[identity profile] 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 ]
[identity profile] likeabeachball.livejournal.com
Vince was doing his normal work duties.

...plus he was braiding the horse's hair. He wanted to give one a mohawk, but it refused.

"Come on, punk horse! It'd be brill!"

The horse was unmoved.

"Suit yourself."

Vince was at The Gig. He'd be happy to help you. Or do your hair.

[ooc: OCD free. This'll be Vince's last Gig post. He's gonna be leaving the island on Sunday.]
[identity profile] fabulous-secret.livejournal.com
She-Ra had a problem. Really, it was Adora's problem and it was leaking across to effect them both. The problem? Tino was starting to look good. Thank Greyskull he bumbled more things tonight than the Twiggets, dropping everything he touched on the floor.

"We ought to get your ears checked, friend," She-Ra told him, bending over to clean up a spilled bowl of nuts. "All these spills could be the symptom of a much larger problem."

It wasn't likely She-Ra would pick up on Tino's real problem.
[identity profile] likeabeachball.livejournal.com
Vince Noir was actually working hard again, these week. This week's soundtrack was The Rolling Stones, to which Vince sang along. He enjoyed his work a lot.

But he was starting to feel something missing, here.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

[ooc: The OCD was trapped in a box by a Cockney nutjob.]
[identity profile] likeabeachball.livejournal.com
Vince was wearing a poncho and a sombrero.

He was positively ecstatic, dancing about as he took care of the animals and all his other various duties. It was odd... he was so happy, he was actually working.

But then again, it was impossible to be unhappy in a poncho.

[ooc: The OCD was mauled to death by Mod Wolves. Open Post!]
[identity profile] likeabeachball.livejournal.com
Vince Noir was working today. If you could call making a scrapbook of all his favorite glam rock artists 'working'.

Hey, he took care of the animals too, don't worry. He was a loving provider for them. He just had a really terrible work ethic, otherwise.

[ooc: Post is late, therefore the OCD has fallen down a well.]
[identity profile] suit-of-sables.livejournal.com
Having a definite MacFinlay meant that he was reasonably all right today, though he was still in the position of finding another Dougan unless Maron came back (which he doubted).

All the same, after Tuesday he wasn't quite so worried. Hopefully, nothing insane would happen this time around. ...then again, his knuckles were sore from knocking on wood so much.

[ocd up!][and once more ooc note as we need another Dougan (unless Maron wants to come back?)]
[identity profile] likeabeachball.livejournal.com
Vince's work today mainly consisted of playing Gary Numan for all the animals and dancing.

He was a real hard worker, that Mr. Noir.

[ooc: Here in my car, I feel safest of all, I can lock all my doors, and be OCD-less. Open post!]
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As Layla had suggested the day before, Castiel took his new (to him) computer to the Perk to make use of the free "wifi". He paused at the doorway to look back at the large, pointy nosed black dog that had been following him since about a block away from the church.

"I'm not certain the proprietors will appreciate a dog on the premises," he said.

The dog barked.

"Very well." Castiel entered, the dog slipping in the door after him. Castiel ordered a large dish of water, and when he was told that water was free and the wifi was really for customers, not random passersby and their dogs, he added a small coffee to the order, which he took to a table in the corner. The dog followed, and went immediately for the coffee. Castiel sighed.

"You don't want to drink that," he said mildly. The dog looked at him. "I know you're probably used to doing so, but coffee is toxic to canines." The dog looked pathetic at him. "I got you water." The dog sulked. Castiel opened his computer. The dog barked. "Chuck advised it. I'm going to Wikipedia to look up movies." The dog tilted its head. "I'm certain I'll figure it out," said Castiel.

He poked at the keys for a few moments while the dog lapped at its water, then he glanced over. "Just to confirm," he said, "you are Derek Morgan, correct?" The dog barked. Castiel nodded.

"I thought so."

[ooc: open for all your perky and/or a-dog-and-his-angel bothering needs!]
[identity profile] iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com
The last time Ben was at Three Minute Dates, he was one of the daters. Now he was the host. He was pretty sure this counted as a promotion somehow.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES

Hosted by Ben Reilly
Reject people and make it snappy!


When the event was just about ready to start, Ben took the stage. "Okay, everyone! Let's go over the rules quickly. We'll start in a minute when I read a pair of names. That pair finds each other, makes with the chit chat, and then after three minutes you'll hear this sound."

A zombie hit a gong. With his head. Whatever works... "And when you hear that, we'll move onto the next round and I'll read more names. We'll do this five times and then we'll be done. Oh, and don't forget, violence isn't allowed here but drink throwing is both possible and hilarious."

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

Please wait for epic OCD! Epic OCD is up! And if you saw me make or admit to a PHENOMINALLY egregious mistake in my planning, I've got cookies on the table and you didn't see anything. Got that?]
[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com
Chuck had the feeling that some people were looking to drink tonight so he made a point of opening the place a bit early. It wasn't too much of a hassle; he looked good, was dressed well and damn if this wasn't an excuse to show off both. Tino, or, Tina rather wasn't as lucky as Chuck when it came to the looks department when the genderswap happened. And Chuck wasn't letting it go.

"My god, you must be so jealous of me right now," Chuck said, hopping up on to the back counter and crossing his legs all nice and lady-like. "You look like a cross between Steve Buscemi and Ashley Tisdale pre-nose job."

Tino just pouted.
[identity profile] likeabeachball.livejournal.com
Vince was sitting on a park bench, looking up a the moon.

"...why doesn't it have a face?" he wondered out loud. "Hey, moon, why don't you have a face?"

It didn't answer.

This caused Vince a bit of ennui.

[ooc: Severely open, idek what is up with my brain.]
[identity profile] likeabeachball.livejournal.com
Everyone panic, Vince was putting in an honest day's work.

Of course, dealing with animals was sort of easy when you could just discuss things civilly with them (and they all found Vince gorgeous, which helped). Oh, and as he often did back at the Zooniverse, he was playing the music of Gary Numan for the animals. Because who doesn't love Gary Numan?

The Gig was open!
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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]
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Dani was in the office, checking on the online horse auction that seemed to be going nowhere. The owner seemed to have completely flaked out on the sale. She wondered if she should just take her cash and go see the guy in person to negotiate a sale.

[Open!]
[identity profile] divinesurfchick.livejournal.com
There was a certain dullness to the shop today. Unlike the last week or so, there were no sparkles floating around to give the place it's peppy appearance.

After being confronted yesterday with all the monuments to war, Aphrodite was having a small crisis of faith in herself. It made her feel rather -- ungoddesslike.

So she'd vowed not to use her powers at all today. Instead, she would put her all into being simple mortal Jackie Blue. After walking to the store, she flipped on the lights, raised the blinds, flipped the sign to open, and hung up the "I have a job for you!" sign. Then she sat down in a chair to read a romance novel.

And no, zapping in a pitcher of nectar was not breaking her vow, thank you.

'Dite's Decadent Delights was open.


(OOC: Open! And in the right comm this time, yay. Come in and make 'Dite smile.)
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Even with Vince's money, which would go towards purchasing a new horse, Dani was still a little nervous about her financial situation. So when she realized that there were new people arriving on the island today, she quickly got some poster board and a permanent marker to make a temporary new sign.

The Gig
Sign up today for your horseback riding lessons!
Holiday special: buy 3 lessons, get the fourth one free!
There's no better way to explore the island than by horseback!

Need a place to stay? See Dani Davis about rooms for rent


With that taken care of, Dani got to the regular chores while she waiting for customers to (hopefully) start pouring in.

[Open and OCD-free. Dani does have three extra bedrooms in her house that she's willing to rent out, if anyone needs a place to crash.]
[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] canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com
Marion was busy taking inventory in the back tonight so Tino was in charge of the customers tonight. God help you all.

[I'm either getting a migraine or having a Delayed Reaction Hangover (oh, they exist) so it's a Tino night]
[identity profile] canadianpopstar.livejournal.com
Robin was not wearing her Robin Sparkles regalia longer than she needed to. Which was for the obligatory performance.

So, for right now, the wig and graffiti denim jacket were tucked away, and Robin herself, brunette and irritable-looking as ever, was behind the bar and eyeing a bottle of Johnnie Walker.

[hooooly crap, wait for this OCD. it's intense. OKAY IT'S ALL UP. For the sake of not collapsing the post from sheer OCD, there's no audience reactions threads -- just react right off the performances, please! Have fun! \m/]
[identity profile] canadianpopstar.livejournal.com
Robin was a tiny bit late tonight, due to taking what she firmly believed was probably the best nap she'd ever taken.

What? She'd needed one.
[identity profile] all4thewookiees.livejournal.com
Jolee walked in tonight fully expecting Tino to be up to some kind of sexually charged hijinx that would end up being embarrassing for someone. Much to his surprise, Tino just stood there with a tray of cupcakes. "What's going on?" Jolee asked. "And where is the bass player?"

Tino pointed towards the back room. Jolee walked towards the room - where, strangely, there were distressing noises - and hurried back into the main bar. He used the Force to pull a few tables towards the doorway to the back room and block it off.

"Remind me to bug Skywalker for his bleach. And where does that girl zombie keep coming from?" Jolee asked, shuddering as he made his way behind the bar. Tino patted Jolee's shoulder and offered him a cupcake. They had both now seen something that living being was ever meant to see.

That thing was zombie sex. Just in case that wasn't clear.
[identity profile] canadianpopstar.livejournal.com
Tonight, for some reason, there was no Robin behind the bar. Just a very, very bitter Tino.

Just because he wasn't getting any. God.

[I'm afk for the night, so this is up earrrrrrrrly!]
[identity profile] fabulous-secret.livejournal.com
Making her usual rounds of the island up in the skies, She-Ra had heard a pathetic cry for help outside Caritas.

Wishing only to re-establish order and save the poor worker from whatever terror existed within, She-Ra had followed him into the bar.

...

Ten minutes later there was a hot, golden-haired super hero standing behind the bar and cleaning glasses with a towel that in no way clashed with her tiny white and gold outfit. The towel was likely bigger than her entire leotard.

"I hope next time you're more careful with your work, my friend. Paper cuts are no laughing matter," She-Ra warned, noting the giant bandage on Tino's pointer finger had yet to leak. Her first aid skills were still up to par.

Tino didn't hear her, he was busy staring at her boobs and pretending his finger still hurt.

[Open! ETA: And She-Ra has stepped outside to find more males to enter the bar, feel free to mod seeing her and stop in!]
[identity profile] all4thewookiees.livejournal.com
When Jolee walked into the bar, he saw Tino and the zombies stumbling around drunk. As it turns out, they were playing a game of I Never.

The zombies kept getting Tino with "Eiiiii evrrrrrr braaaaaiiiiiiins." Tino got the zombies bad with "I never died."

Jolee looked at his employees, shook his head, and focused on a Force Heal technique that would purge the alcohol from their systems. "I never ruined a drinking game between my employees. Whoops, there's one for me."

[OOC: I'm around!]
[identity profile] flipped-god-off.livejournal.com
Since he'd been at the welcome picnic yesterday (because he was a fucking teacher what the fuck), Loki hadn't gotten a chance to open MHA for any of the new arrivals. Of course, he didn't care that much if anyone had comfortable lodgings but still, more people meant more money and that meant he could buy more things to pretty up the apartment building. He had his eye on that big screen television for the lobby.

For now, he was propped up behind the desk, feet up and magazine in front of him. The actual lobby lights were off and the Christmas mood lights were on. Eventually, he'd get bored of this but for, he was content to look like he was actually caring about what he did.

[Open, of course!]

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