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So, drinking with Tony last night probably hadn't been the smartest idea in the world. Now, instead of being plagued by memories, he was plagued by memories and hungover.

He'd gotten mind controlled again. He'd killed people again - children this time, and... last time he'd only been an accessory to Coulson's death. This time, the blood was on his hands, and he couldn't get the image out of his mind. Sure, Tony said none of it would stick and everyone would be fine today, but that didn't change the kind of person Clint had been turned into.

As wrong as it might have seemed, he found himself back on one of the rooftops in town, sitting with his feet dangling over the edge and looking out at the town. The worst part about the past week was how close he'd been to his usual self, and while he wasn't quite ready to practice with his bow, he wasn't about to let this place take the peace of high places away from him. Maybe if he sat here long enough, he'd start to feel better, if he deserved that.

[Open!]

dontphasemebro.livejournal.com

With everything going down tomorrow, Kitty wasn't spending much time at all up front today. She was much more concerned with anything that might be going on in the back, and really, after hearing radio she felt better being around them than keeping up a front for any minions that showed up tonight. She wasn't sure she could play nice today.

So the place was open, and there was at least one person here crossing her fingers that tomorrow went smoothly.

[Fairly easy day at work, pinging should be pretty consistent from me.]

dontphasemebro.livejournal.com

It was just your nice, normal night at Caritas, the front end of the restaurant serving good ol' American favorites, and some of that British... food, just in case anyone high and mighty showed up. Yep, just your average, ordinary restaurant, with Kitty occasionally at the counter, except when she had to check on inventory in back. It was a nice place of a loyalist to visit.

The secret back room, though, that was where the fun was. Shhh dun tell.

[Some SP from me for the next hour while at work, but feel free to mod Kitty at the other side of Caritas if you want something faster.]

izzy-on-her-own.livejournal.com

Another night of restless sleep interrupted by bad dreams meant Isabel was up and out the door early for her morning run. After a long loop around the island, she ended up on the beach, slowly sipping her bottle of water and looking out to sea.

Soon enough she'd have to get to the hotel and get to work, but for now it was time to think of happier times.

[Open of course. Since I never tagged the post, for the record my girl's a white hat at heart.]

Current Mood: lonely

sith_happened

Anakin had been on the island in the morning for something completely unrelated to alternate universe children (Juliet liked the chocolate donuts from JGOB best, and Anakin was a sucker, okay), but he'd felt the uptick in Force-strong presences immediately.

He'd found Chris not much later: he'd stayed with some friend last night and Anakin hadn't inquired too closely about who it had been, too busy boggling at meeting a teenaged son who was almost as tall as he was while Rory was still carrying him around inside of her.

Then there was a brain-breaking radio show, and a frantic call to Rory. Now there was coffee. Soooo much coffee.

Chris, it seemed, wasn't a big talker as he tried to eat the Perk out of their supply of pastries. Juliet wasn't best pleased by this.

[OOC: Especially for the family, but open!]

Current Mood: confused

not-the-irs.livejournal.com

Now firmly under the control of Mr. White, the Auditors were becoming a little... more coordinated. They had found some of their powers failing that morning, which was terrifying, but then Mr. White had given them that look and they had given in to their bodies' apprehensiveness and scurried off.

Now...

"We must learn more," Mr. White crowed loudly. "Most of the humans are in there." He pointed at the school. "That is a fact."

The hundreds of Auditors gathered in front of him nodded meekly.

"So we must study it from the inside," he continued, "This is also a fact."

Another unanimous nodding session.

"Those inhabiting the town are also of interest," he added, "Which is also a fact."

More nodding.

"They have proven hostile so far. Also a fact. That means we can only conclude one thing."

He held up the axe. A good chunk of the Auditors held up their own weapons, mostly because they didn't want to be singled out for another experiment.

"CHARGE!" Mr. White yelled.

The throat protested. Interesting.

Seven hundred Auditors charged through the streets of Fandom.

[[ ocd up! Have at! Note that after this, all of Fandom besides the school and dorms is gone, so be sure to read the OCD. Also, if you need an excuse to get your character out of the affected areas, the Auditors are everywhere and they're going to be very hard to miss. ]]

bigdamnprincipal

For as long as Zoe could remember, she'd always had to be the solid one in any given group. When Wash had died, she'd known instantly that she couldn't let her emotions show in front of anyone but the ghost in her quarters. It was Mal's job to fly off the handle, to swear and shoot people, and it was her job to be a rock, and to bring him back to stability.

In Fandom, the situation was very much the same every time something terrible happened. Zoe knew that no matter how bad things got, she had to be strong, because falling apart in front of the students, or even the teachers, just wasn't an option.

Which, she supposed, made Anakin her Mal here, if only because imagining Deadpool in tight pants made Zoe's brain do things it oughtn't.

Cameron was gone. Her family was gone. Only Grace was left, and that was because Zoe wasn't letting her more than an arms length away. Her ~~handwavey~~ radio call for an emergency town hall meeting wasn't just about gathering information and rallying everyone together, although it was certainly damn time for that. Hopefully, it would provide a good head count for who was still left on the island. However many people came, it wouldn't be enough to make Zoe feel better, but maybe it would be a start.

[OCD is up! Have at it!]

throughaphase

Kitty had gotten to work early today, gone through the office, and then made a call to her ex-boss to get some answers on a couple questions since hey, it wasn't like she knew what she was doing here. And then the number she dialed got her some woman who'd never heard of a Dylan Maguire, and when called the bar, that number went somewhere else, too. So, by now whatever was happening seemingly had made it over to Kitty's corner of the multiverse. And maybe she was going to have to cave and contact the Professor. If he still existed.

She'd taken a little break before her shift to go put his name on the super-depressing board outside the school, and then come back, fully prepared to be nice and friendly and not depress any customers.

1/2 OFF
Just 1/2 off. Go with it

Your bartender was cleavagey and your drinks were cheap. Enjoy.

glacial_queen

After Dinah's last phone call, the last thing that Karla had felt like doing was going into work. But it was that or stay in her room all day and look at pictures, so several hours after her shift was supposed to have begun, Karla dragged herself into the store.

Only to be confronted by a stack of heavy cardboard boxes, taller than she was. The address on all of the boxes were for a store Karla'd never heard of, but the scrawled note on the inventory sheet said, Had enough trouble getting them over the causeway. They're staying!. Okaaaaay?

Inside the boxes were rows and rows of snow globes. These were definitely not for 'Dite's shop. Rather than anything naughty or even slightly risqué, they featured warm and friendly holiday decorations with such inspiring messages as The Holidays Are a Time for Friends and Family! and Remembering You Fondly This Holiday Season! After her morning--after her week--such cutesy messages of friendship and remembrance hurt.

Karla hadn't realized she was smashing one until it was hurtling through the air and slamming onto the floor of the shop, spraying glass and sparkles and fake snow everywhere. And? It felt good. She slammed another. And then another. And another and another and another still, flinging snow globes until her arm hurt.

This was kind of therapeutic.

Soon, there was a sign in the window: ANGRY AT THE WORLD? OR THE LACK OF IT? COME WORK THROUGH YOUR ISSUES WITH WANTON DESTRUCTION! 3 GLOBES FOR A DOLLAR.
[BEWARE OF BROKEN GLASS. DUH.]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy had tried meditating today to try to 'keep calm and carry on', but that had not worked. The feeling of helplessness had demanded he at least do something active, so instead, he was doing katas by the pond. He'd started with the most basic, and as he finished each one, he started a more complicated one. It was helping.

[Post is open as a park post generally is.]

sith_happened

Anakin came back from Connecticut with a new sense of purpose (and a deep hatred of the idiots who drove on I-95), several 2x4s, a hammer, and some paper.

A few minutes of banging later and Anakin had a giant bulletin board...thing.

In big bold letters he labeled one giant sheet of paper "CONFIRMED DISAPPEARANCES" and the other "RETURNING FANDOMITES."

He took a deep breath before scrawling information under the disappearances, then tacking up two dated photographs of the people in question on the blank area on the board he'd left for that purpose. For some reason it seemed vital that someone other than him remember what they looked like too.

He placed a piece of glass down over the sheets of paper (no use going to this much trouble if things would just get blown away or wet) and headed back to the trooper station to catch up on what he'd missed the last few days.

[OOC: And now we have an IC place to link to the information dropped characters and alumni are leaving in voicemails! Please hold for OCD.]

Current Mood: busy

redheadbabyvamp.livejournal.com

Jessica actually got to work on time for a change (well, she couldn't exactly use the sun being up as an excuse this time of year, and she hadn't gone off to the mainland for any shopping once she got up because (a) the causeway was being stupid, and (b) she'd probably get pissed and eat someone in the Black Friday crowds and get in trouble).

There was a message waiting on the bar's answering machine when she got in. She had no idea who this Lorne was, but she had a feeling he was talking about all the weirdness going on. "This just keeps gettin' better and better," she muttered to herself.

But for some reason, she felt compelled to make Sea Breezes half price that night.

Current Mood: confused

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

When Billy came to, he found himself propped somewhat comfortably against a parked car, a long black leather duster draped over him like a blanket. There was a full duffel sitting next to him with an envelop poking out of the top.

Billy scowled, and pulled out the note inside.

( Dear Billy )

"Oh god dammit Tommy." he growled.

[And Billy is on the island for the duration. Open post is open!]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

It was a worried Billy who had hopped a portal back to Fandom. The moment it closed behind him, he pulled out a cell phone and tried dialing John again. Again, nothing.

"God damnit." he growled.

[Open! Billy's in town just for the evening.]

solo_sword

Jaina was beginning to feel a little badly, but... the bunny wasn't being interesting. She was used to John being more expressive in this form, and slightly more violent in a bunny sort of way. After a couple days she was starting to worry if maybe this latest transformation just hadn't left him really depressed or something.

Or maybe it was the fact that the bunny wasn't John. Either way.

So yes, there was a bunny wearing a blue bow (just to get a reaction out of him) sitting atop the bar with a bowl of water set out, though it was more interested in sniffing around the peanuts. At least it looked adorable doing so.

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Current Mood: excited

loyal-type.livejournal.com

Whether the Gremlins had planned, and manipulated it, or if it was just some weird coincidence, Oz, Tim, Tully, Leda and even Billy (taking a break from finals to hang out on the island) had been in one place at once. And fell to the biting teeth of their attackers.

Now, Johnny "The J" Johnson of Darkstone Entertainment had gathered his dream cast (Nathan Fillion ~~Tim~~, William Shatner ~~Tully~~, Mark Hamill ~~Billy~~ and Elvira ~~Leda~~, to re-make ~~Metropolis~~ Dystopia.

"Actors!" he cried. "Be you ready?"

They indicated they were indeed. Though Shatner of course maneuvered his way to the front.

"All right! Elvira, your dress is perfect. Shatner, pause just a little more between sentences. Mark you manly man you you're made of wonderful. Nathan...everything you're doing is wrong."

He held up his ~~imaginary~~ camera. "Rolling, and...action!"

"We love you Anakin, oh yes we doooo!" Elvira began to croon to Mark Hamill. "We love you Anakin, and we'll be true. When you're not near us, we're blue!"

"Cut!"

[IDK. But the post is open.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

The fog around the docks was thick as always, the perfect place to skulk about when you were up to no good. John wasn't up to anything good, a single rose tucked into his lapel as he stalked about the docks. He'd received both flowers and a special message from a heavy breather and wondered idly what that could possibly be about. Perhaps some old flame returned, not that it mattered. Too busy to deal with nonsense, John glared out into the murky dusk to brood about the state of his soul.

Somehow he'd get Skywalker, Bass, and those incestuous Winchesters. He'd make them pay for what they'd done, turning him into a murderer and a thug. He was a Sheppard for Christ's sake! His people raised ponies in Vermont!

One day, when this was all over, he'd return to his adopted family and embrace their pacifist way of life once more. But first, that bitch Charles had to die!

[Docks are open.]

Current Mood: brooding

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

While out meditating on the beach, Billy had gotten bit by a Gremlin. Apparently the beastie had claimed that spot for it's sunbathing.

Now, wearing a fake beard and playing air guitar, Barry Louis Polisar was giving a free performance.

( Cut for Song )

[Billy has become Barry Louis Polisar. If you know who that is, you are awesome! If you don't I like you anyway.]

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

While the students had been completing their last finals, an NPC staff had been hard at work converting one of the empty warehouses into the site of tonight's dance. When the guests arrived this evening, they'd be greeted by a long yellow carpet, leading up to the open glass doors of the warehouse.

Once inside, they would find the space brightly decorated to celebrate the summer season. Gold drapes covered the walls, splashed liberally with glitter to make them sparkle in the low lights of the warehouse. Flowers were placed here and there, not overwhelming but definitely noticeable and fragrant. Images of beaches, palm trees, sunsets, sunrises, hammocks, and other various summer images were being projected on the walls randomly.

A long table consisting of food and drinks was along one wall, providing plenty of sustenance for everyone for their long night of fun. Dark corners could be found here and there, of course. There was music playing and a disco balls projecting light onto the dance floor.

It was time for the summer dance.

arrivals | food/drinks/mingling | dark corners | girls bathroom | boys bathroom | dancing | ooc | post 2

[OCD IS UP. ~~I will make you smell Deadpool's dirty drawers if you ping in before I am done omg.~~ No one has to smell Deadpool's drawers! Have fun! If another post is needed later, it will go up!]

Current Mood: accomplished

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

Ever since the White Witch, Ed hadn't been terribly fond of sweets. Turkish Delight made him turn a peculiar shade of white and while he still liked the occasional sweet food, actual sweets (or candy as the Americans called it) didn't have the same appeal that it once did. Since arriving in Fandom, however, ice cream was an occasional treat that he allowed himself.

Seeing as though it was his birthday, and he didn't have any plans, Edmund made his way down to Chilly Boulder, bought himself an ice cream cone and sat quietly outside the shop eating it.

[OOC: For all and sundry, except for mean Jesus-lions who keep people away from home on their birthdays.]

tyler_gone

Tyler paced the gym barefoot as the fighters assembled. "Graduates," he began. "Students. Teachers. People who work in town. Miscellaneous others. Welcome to fight club."

"We're glad to have you here," Ghanima continued smoothly. "But if you're here, you fight. If, for some reason you cannot fight, we ask you stay towards the back. This isn't a place for voyeurism. If you want a show, go find a television."

"Ghanima, you speak my language," Tyler informed her., before turning back to the group. "Two people to a fight, fights end when someone goes limp or says stop. We are not trying to kill each other here; we're trying to train. We're trying to improve. Got questions, ask one of us." He looked at his cohort. "Anything else?"

"Rules are on the door," she said crisply, "but we're happy to answer any inquires you may have."

"Now go hit the mats or go home."

[OOC: Preplayed with

atreideslioness. Up early for SP; guests welcome.]

idontlooktired.livejournal.com

It was the Grads' Brunch in the park today, as the brightly coloured banner -- CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2008! -- indicated.

There were lots of tables and chairs set up in the park, under sails for shade, and long tables groaning under the weight of the food and drink. Not just traditional ~~moddable~~ brunch foods, but a wide selection of ~~also moddable~~ greek dishes and delicacies.

Coffees, teas, punch, juices and softdrink were only some of the ~~also also moddable are you sensing a theme here?~~ wide range of drinks.

Music played quietly in the background, the speakers hanging from the trees, and bocce ball and croquet had been set up. There was even space for dancing, a hard floor having been laid over the grass between the trees.

It may be the Grads' Brunch, but everyone was welcome! Come and congratulate the class of 2008!

[ooc: What it says up there! This is a picnic to celebrate the 2008 graduates and their guests, but it's open to all of Fandom.

Plz wait for OCD

OCD? We has it.]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

It was all over save for the formalities. Billy hadn't gotten his diploma yet, but he was to all intents and purposes, a High School Graduate. Something he'd never in a million years expected to be.

How was he celebrating? By practicing his most advanced katas blindfolded in the park.

[open!]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Faith and her father stood side by side, watching the ocean. "This is like meditating." he said. "Just with your eyes open and standing up."

"Okay so maybe I sort of like meditating. Ooh! Horseshoe Crab!" She darted off to examine her find.

[ooc: open to all]

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

Whatever bout of Fandom strangeness was going on had completely passed Anemone by.

For once, she was not pleased about it.

Which is why she's grabbed a spot at Chilly Boulder with her sketchbook and colors. If she doesn't ~~get~~ have to put up with children of her own, she's going to eat her ice cream and watch all the other make-shift families run around.

At least it was good entertainment.

[Open!]

Current Mood: disappointed

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Cassandra was grinning as she came into work today. She wasn't sure why, but it she just felt like today was a good day. She went back to the kitchen to engage in a brief discussion of options for today's special. As usual she picked a dessert. She had to get help figuring out how to write it, but she managed it in the end.

Today's Special
Red Velvet Cheesecake

It must have been pretty good cake since she was sitting at a table eating a massive slice of it.

perfectmissyork.livejournal.com

Tonight was finally the night. Everything was perfect, and, while perfect wasn't quite good enough for Charlotte, she figured it would just have to do. The gallery quietly seemed to glisten with its newness, its modernity, large opened spaces and smaller, quieter nooks and alcoves. Covered the walls on large, bright canvases were the works of Satoshi Matsuyama, colorful, exotic landscapes in a style as lush as their subjects. Smaller pieces by the artist also peppered the area on smaller canvases and, in a small section flanked by curtains, there sat a spread of hors devours and a fountain of punch, which was likely to be spiked probably three seconds into it, thus negating Charlotte's choice to not serve champagne as she normally would at an opening, considering the youthfulness of her current audience.

The York Gallery was open!

[[ open open! Up early due to me having to duck out for a bit first ]]

gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com

Quiet today. Apu was busy cleaning and aligning everything on the shelves to perfection.

G'Kar sat behind the counter, writing in his journal.

Today's Squishy flavors: Razmatazz, Red, Grape Judas

Current Mood: bored

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy sat on one of the old Troll statues, bouncing a tennis ball off another, and catching it. It was raining, which suited him. It was relaxing.

"Cats in the cradle and the silver spoon." his ipod was playing.

[Open!]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

"We're gonna go to Dagobah," Luke told the group of tiny people who had followed him up to the shuttle.

He stared way, way up at the datapad that locked the door. "As soon as I can get that open," he said, frowning.

[OOC: Open to weetinies and any grown up who might hear the group of children trying to break into a space ship...]

Current Mood: hopeful

bigdamnprincipal

Across the town, the school, and the dorms, fliers had been put up to inform everyone of a town meeting taking place tonight (with a bold, capitalized note at the bottom warning everyone to be careful getting to the town hall). Zoe waited for as many people as possible to arrive and get settled before she got up and addressed the crowd.

"Thank you all for coming on such short notice tonight," she said. "We wanted to get everyone together to share some new information that was found today. Our researchers have found some possible evidence concerning the angels, and some of the people who have gone missing." She picked up the notes she'd been given, and read what the researchers had found.

"As much as I don't want to do this, I need to ask for volunteers," she continued. "We need people to go and get this information, or to talk to these folks, so we can figure out how to stop the angels, and get everyone back. I won't turn away students who want to help, but you're going to be sent with adults to make sure all of you come back in one piece. If you want to stay here, that's perfectly fine. I want to remind all of you that there are safehouses being set up throughout town, to make sure that no one has to be alone right now. Travel in numbers, and always look around you. If you do that, you'll stay safe. I'll be here to answer any questions, and to take the names of those who want to volunteer. The floor is open for anyone who has something else they'd like to say."

[OCD is up! If you're on one of the away teams, you can handwave coming to the meeting and volunteering, if you want.]

not_in_the_book

Ronan was ~~totally not late~~ bustling around Pizza Planet, completely oblivious to anything else that might be going on.

Specials
Behind the Times
[New York-style pizza with pepperoni, mushrooms, jalapenos, and extra cheese.]
Onward and Upward
[Double-layered pizza -- two pizzas of your choice baked one right on top of the other.]

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin had a very important mission tonight.

Tonight, she was tossing maraschino cherries into shot glasses from progressively farther distances.

Her record for actually getting one in was three feet away. She felt very proud. And she'd keep going until she hit four, at least.

[I'm around and about as bored as Robin, but GODDAMN LJ AND THEIR NOTIFICATION-EATING. I'll refresh as I can!]

Current Mood: nerdy

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

When Billy had read the description of the movie, he'd thought it sounded like a good date movie.

NOW PLAYING
HEY JUDE

He hadn't realized it was a musical.

[For Annette primarily, but open to all.]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

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

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Ah the beach. Even when it was chilly out it was still nice out here. And still a great place for to practice the ol' Arts of Martial. Billy started out with the basic katas, then got more and more elaborate with his movements till he was flipping off of rocks and such.

ooc: Come see the amazing bouncing Ninja!

kara-kent.livejournal.com

Kara Kent thrummed her fingertips at her table at Pizza Planet, waiting nervously for her date to show up. In all honesty, she really shouldn't have been that nervous, considering that her last date with him had gone exceedingly well, but still, one could never help but be nervous. She quickly checked her watch. She was still five minutes early.

[OOC: For Billy, but also open to whoever else might want to spend the evening at Pizza Planet]

joanna-stayton.livejournal.com

Joanna was in the ticket booth, smoking a cigarette and paging through a glossy fashion magazine. There was a large sign hammered into the ground outside that read:

All Tickets Half Price
When Accompanied by a New Student
- NOW HIRING -

( The course list )

[OCD ~~coming~~up!]

advicefrommice.livejournal.com

Coraline had gotten up early this morning. Dressing in her warmest clothes and her new jacket, she'd gone exploring.

She'd explored the Preserve, not all of it, but enough to assure herself the trees were actually trees. She'd explored the beach and the rocks and walked across the Causeway, peering down into the ocean, and strolled around the carpark, kicking the gravel.

Coraline would never admit it to anyone, but she was making sure the island was attached to the rest of the world, that it wouldn't go all foggy at the edges and disappear into white mist. Satisfied that all was well, she made her slow and considered way through the town until she found the bakery.

Now she was carefully exploring the possibilities inherent in a large sticky almond pastry and a hot chocolate.

She was also keeping a sharp eye out for any gremlins.

[The bakery is open, and apparently quite yummy.]

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

Anemone bounced in place as she looked over all the different options. Classes were done, finals were done, and now she just had this holiday-thing to figure out.

When in doubt, drink lots of tea.

[Anemone's there for Billy, but it's open for all perk-type needs.]

Current Mood: cheerful

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Sword sheathed at his back, Billy was ~~prowling~~ ~~skulking~~ strolling along. Looking for trouble. Trouble with a capital T. Which rhymed with E. Which comes just a little ways after A. Which stands for ~~Abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. Which is the most remarkable word I've every seen.~~ Angelus.

ooc: I apologize for the random silliness, but the post is open for anyone who wants to chat, or join in the hunt.

Current Music: Goin' on a Bear Hunt

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Leaning against the counter as she settled in for another exciting (yeah, right) day at Turtle & Canary, Turtle let out a slight sigh, looking past the "Now Hiring" sign in the window out toward the streets of Fandom. It didn't snow nearly enough around here. She missed lake effect.

Of course, if it were snowing more, Turtle would be sighing and thinking it snowed way too much.

Today's Squishy flavors: Hypocrisy, Grape Judas, Cookie Dough.

Turtle & Canary is open!

slr-mercury.livejournal.com

Ami opened the shop and set up to do some Maths homework. It wasn't that she needed to go over it again, it was more something to do on a tedious winter day.

[store is open]

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin hadn't set up for a birthday party since she'd started this job, and she wondered if she should have brought a gift. Maybe booze could be her gift? It was what she would have brought, anyway.

In any case, Robin was there, everything was set up for Xander's birthday party, and she was just going to hide behind the bar.

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

There were tables around, some laden with food, another with nametags. A big sign read, "Welcome Back, Alumni!"

The interesting thing? No one was there setting it up. Need provides, after all. Or, perhaps, in this case? Fandom provides.

There's a party. Everyone's welcome.

[OOC: It's like there's a party in ~~my mouth~~ the park, and everyone's invited! Because there is, and they are! If we explode this one, I'll put up another post later. ~~Plz to be waiting for~~ OCD is up!]

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Even with all the weirdness of the previous week, the plague and then the time shifting stuff, Cassandra had made a commitment Fina so she wasn't going to miss her shift. In a way, she was sort of looking forward to it. It gave her something to do, after all.

She snagged the specials board and took it back to the kitchen with her when she arrived. Then she got into a long discussion about her proposed special for the day. It wasn't that they couldn't do it, of course (this was Fina, after all), but that it was so... plebeian. It was a simple idea, but lacked any sort of understated elegance. Still, in the end, they had to admit that Cassandra's idea was at least a very tasty choice, and that won them over

( Cut for image )

Cassandra stood looking out over the cafe with a grin on her face. Maybe she was starting to get the hang of all this.

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

The memorial service was held on the flat hilltop overlooking the ocean, and at its edge rested an old-fashioned wooden boat, worn and weathered. There were chairs for those still too weak to stand and four torches, burning steadily, set in the ground at the four cardinal points. The day was bright and clear, a light breeze blowing out to sea, but despite that, the torches never flickered.

Karal, dressed in formal robes of black and gold, stood in front of the boat, waiting patiently while people arrived.

( When everyone had settled, he stepped forward and began to speak. )

[ooc: Word of the service was handwavily passed by word of mouth, and by way of announcement and on the radio. ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up!]

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Katara was almost completely unconscious in a cot but the Town Hall's makeshift hospital was ticking over like a well-oiled machine. Even as volunteers and doctors grew more and more tired, their dedication still won out as each patient was tended to carefully.

[OOC: And this is the last hospilinic post! The researchers are very close to a cure which will be administered over the course of the evening (IG and OOC). Please do be sure to ping in your sickies so they can get cured!]

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Christian hated feeling this helpless. The number of patients were growing, and nothing was relieving their symptoms. Even the kids with their magic mumbo jumbo could only bring fevers down for a short time.

He didn't want to admit defeat, but things were not looking good.

[ooc: ~~Wait for the OCD! May take a few minutes as we have another space on the floral T-day bingo card. And, also, the huge pile of sick people.~~ OCD is up, you may commence being ill.]

Current Mood: anxious

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