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Even though it was daytime, the "dolphins in space" theme had been carried over to the brunch. The mural was nowhere to be found, but inside the tent that had been set up to give everyone a shady place to gather, there were silver and blue metallic streamers and balloons hung up, and each of the tables had a blue flower arrangement on it.

There were no fish to be found though, unless you counted what could be on the food table. Honestly, that might not really be fish either.

[OCD is up! Mingle | Buffet | Tables and Chairs | Rest of the Park | OOC]

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!]

Current Mood: summery

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

The dance was still in full swing. It was still brightly decorated, the music was still pumping and the punch was completely spiked.

Have fun!

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

[This is post two. ~~WAIT FOR THE OCD OR I WILL SEND YOU TO A FAKE TIMEZONE!~~ OCD IS UP! No one has to be banished to a fake timezone! Have fun!]

Current Mood: amused

willbedone.livejournal.com

Willow was back for Homecoming, of course. She wanted to see her friends again, and all the things that she missed about the island, like the squirrels and of course coffee.

Coffee could be handled easily, which was why she was at the Perk.

This was all perfectly normal.

Much as it was entirely normal that for some reason Willow couldn't stop pondering about a lampshade that was hanging near her table.

Just one of those Fandom things.

[open!]

Current Mood: contemplative

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

It's just past sunset, and the roof of the apartment building is set up for a party. With the intermittent storms all day, Bridge thought it best to set up tarps over the food table, even if it hadn't actually rained at all.

Said food table's got things like moon pies, and White Castle burgers, and pizza... they're all moon related, in a way.

There's also a table with slingshots and cheese, but that cheese isn't for eating. It's for throwing at the moon. As you do.

Music that's probably vaguely moon-related in some way is playing, and Hate the Moon Day? Is officially underway.

[ooc: Expecting a few people, but open to ABSOLUTELY ANYONE who'd like to investigate wtf anyone's doing on the roof. Party is taking place during a break in the storms, so no getting accidentally fried by lightning! Also, yes, takes place after sunset and I've gone and posted it BEFORE SUNRISE because I'm a dork. Man, this ooc note is getting long... what else? Oh yeah! Some OCD ~~coming~~ up.]

willbedone.livejournal.com

Yesterday's weather had worried Willow, but ~~according to the weather report~~ Saturday was warmer and so far snow-free.

Willow got to the Park early so she could set up. She cleared a space for dancing, set up music and some food that she'd brought along, then waited for others to show up.

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ Up! All are welcome. 'tis very informal in nature. And this only takes up a small part of the Park, so plenty of room for others to do Parky things without being crowded.]

Current Mood: good

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

It was the perfect day for a flag football game in the park. Lines had been ~~handwavily~~ chalked on the cold ground and would wash away in the next rain or snow. Posters had been ~~handwavily~~ put up to encourage everyone in Fandom to attend.

[ooc: fhfootball is the AIM chatroom for game planning! All football players are welcome!]

needsaparrot

The Guy With Tools could currently be located behind the counter peering at the directions for programming the holosuite, and strongly suspecting that he should re-name his business "Guy With No Clue." At least when it came to futuristic high technology that didn't involve pushing buttons for food.
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[OOC: Open for bidness! Or pleasure. As long as you don't mind sticking with Quark's idea of pleasure, or letting a Guy With No Clue design your holosuite experience.]

Current Mood: working

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.

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!]

southernbender.livejournal.com

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!]

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian came in early to the clinic and found his patients had doubled overnight and were starting to be stacked up like cordwood in the exam rooms. He definitely was going to have to make use of town hall. After a few ~~handwavey~~ phone calls to get things officially set up, he and the nurses transfered the patients over to the makeshift hospital. Fortunately, town hall was almost directly behind the clinic, so it was a short trip. Cots were obtained and set up around the large room in anticipation of more patients.

The mayor didn't seem to be around, but Christian left ~~handwavey~~ messages for Principle Washburn and Sheriff Mustang about the situation. They were definitely going to have to establish a quarantine. This was spreading like wildfire. He would insist that anyone tending to the patients was going to have to wear masks and gloves.

[ooc: Patients modded without permission, because they are in no condition to resist, muhahaha. Volunteers, feel free to tend to patients as they ping in. OCD ~~coming~~ has arrived!

Second verse, same as the first. May be SP at times, particularly between 9:30 AM EST - 11:00 AM EST, if work gets crazy and I start drowning in Thanksgiving floral arrangements. But I am around -- you can also ping me on AIM as Chaos of Passion or via email (kajivar@gmail).]

Current Mood: anxious

once-a-king.livejournal.com

There were still plenty of name tags, plenty of refreshments, and plenty of guests to chat with cause there ain't no party like a Fandom party.

[Second verse same as the first! A little bit loud and a little bit more crazy!]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Much of the glitter had fallen to the floor and the snowmen were starting to look a bit dingey but the music was still playing, the punch was still flowing and the greatest hits of Fandom past and presents weren't about to be stopped.

[OOC: Post is very SP friendly, OCD ~~threads need to go up before pinging in~~ IS UP AND POST IS OPEN!]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

The first thing that might be noticed when students walked into the Town Hall was the towering stone troll statues that had been dragged in to grace the corners of the dance floor. It being Homecoming and a semi-formal dance, the trolls were decked out appropriately in hats, glitter, and togas. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, some twined with streamers and some dripping glitter and confetti across the dance floor.

The walls were decorated with blown up pictures of significant events at Fandom: Graduations, the school blowing up, the Christmas pageants, plays, carnivals, zombies, all the moments that make Fandom Fandom. Given a place of honour on the walls were a mock up of an exploding volcano, a massive gremlin in a bow tie, and, of course, the Stickbug flag.

Large lit up snowmen congregated around the punch bowl against a snowy backdrop and across the ballroom near the stage, there was a mural of large dinosaurs reaching up to enjoy a glittery streamer dinner. The wall of the door though had the biggest picture of all - a painting of the island at night from across the water.

As students dropped off their wraps, they were pointed to vote for Homecoming Court then encouraged to proceed into the ballroom.

[OOC: Chaperones and Security please ping in as soon as possible. The second post will be going up in about five hours (or when browsers start to break) but this post is very SP friendly. ~~PLEASE wait for the~~ OCD is UP and POST IS OPEN]

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael Bluth was at work and ready to get to...work. Currently he was chopping nuts. Nut were 10 cents extra. Didn't matter what he's done before. From now on, nuts were 10 cents extra.

A guy had to make a living you know.

( Menu Board )

willbedone.livejournal.com

The one thing that made it easier for Willow to wait until her classes started was this:

School supplies. Lots and lots of school supplies.

Willow woke up early, prepped herself ~~not dirty~~, and then raced down to Stuff For Sale.

It was possible that the store trembled in fear. It would if it was wise.

And, yanno, sentient.

[open!]

Current Mood: ecstatic

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

Well, GOB was done teaching again. It felt good.

What also felt good was knowing that before long there would be new students at the school who could blow their allowances or whatever on booze.

As such he was trying to think of new theme nights to bring in business this fall. Tino nixed "Dress Like a Hooker Night" and "All Girls Go Home With GOB Night." Both of those, Tino felt, would be better served as regular Ladies Nights.

Out of Tino's suggestions, GOB approved "Catholic Schoolgirl Night," but scratched out "All Girls Go Home With Tino Night."

Tino then wrote down "All Girls Go Home With Tino Night," only in Spanish and told GOB that he had reconsidered and that it said "All Girls Go Home With GOB Night."

GOB was an idiot and believed this. That would, he felt, be the best night ever.

[OOC: I have no clue. I'm mostly around.]

willbedone.livejournal.com

Those who responded to the ~~handwavy~~ memo about flag football practice would find Willow waiting for them in the designated spot in the park. She had her whistle, hat, clipboard, and of course her hedgehog Philbert in a snuggle sack. Willow took bonding with her hedgie very seriously.

Not dirty.

Once folks were assembled she got to speaking.
( And lo' did the teal deer gather 'round )

"See? That way we learn, but also do not die. I feel both of these things should be a priority. Work with your teams or practice alone if you want. Feel free to go as many times as you like so long as you're not stealing someone else's turn because that would be rude. " Willow pointed to a nearby bench. "I'll be over there with Philbert if you need me. And have fun, YAY!!!!"

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ is up! All are welcome. In fact, if anybody felt like joining the flag football folks in their practice, Willow would not stop them. Fun for all! And the flag football crew is only in one spot of the park, so plenty of room in other places for folks who'd like to do non-flag football things.]

Current Mood: energetic

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Peter made a face as he pulled the door to the store open and got hit with a blast of icy cold air. "After you, Lady," he said with a grin, holding the door open for her. "What kind of ice cream are you going to get?"

cantjossme.livejournal.com

It's another quiet night in the graveyard, yet Mel is content to patrol it yet again. Especially with the company she has tonight.

( So what's it like dating a king? )

[Preplayed with the fabulous

willbedone. NFI but OOC comments are always cherished.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

The park was set up for the flag football scrimmage. Lines had ~~handwavily~~ been chalked and would wash away in the next rain. Students and townies were encouraged through incredibly beautiful ~~handwavey~~ posters to attend and bring chairs.

[ooc: AIM chat = fhfootball OCD ~~in progress, please to be waiting~~ is up. Let the games begin!]

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

It had taken just one student racing past with a water gun for Barbossa to figure out what was going on.

Which was why he was now oh-so-oblivously snoozing on his balcony, hat down over his eyes.

Ignore the many buckets around him. And the water balloons that were hiding in subtle locations. And the part where'd he been the water balloon ninja's pirate.

He was Barbossa. He'd never think of cheating.

Really.

[OOC: Bring it!]

Current Mood: devious

demonbelthazor

Bel was busily trying to set things up for Anders's surprise birthday party. He'd ~~handwavily~~ picked up a cake earlier, along with a bunch of pizzas. Phoebe wasn't feeling very well, but she was supposed to bring Anders there at 7:30, or just send him down if she wasn't feeling up to it.

The Underworld wasn't big on parties. Bel was a little out of his element here.

[OCD ~~coming~~ is up!]

Current Mood: dorky

fh-anonymous.livejournal.com

In the morning, the event coordinators came to start setting up the park for today's event. They set up a bunch of extra benches and picnic tables for people to congregate at and marked off the run area to keep it clear for the participants. They also set up water stations along the race way just in case anybody needed them. This wasn't going to be a marathon, or even an actual race, but if anybody didn't want to stop running they might want the water.

The park was decorated with ribbons and bunting for the event. Mostly in teal. There were tables set up with ~~modable~~ picnic-type foods and a special table set up for a DJ to play music.

It wasn't long before the park was ready and waiting for people to come and participate and to cheer the runners on.

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for OCD.~~ OCD is ready to go. ~~It may be a little bit before you get a response in the second two threads, but feel free to talk to each other.~~

The monster thread is ready to go! If you arrive late, feel free to jump in there.

The finale has started (due to some player availability and mine as well). Feel free to help Rory sing badly.

And part two of the finale has kicked off. Aly and Rikku are heading the expulsion of the beasties.]]

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

Barbossa was spinning around in his chair, eating an apple and filling a catalogue form to buy himself an undead monkey.

Parrots were so done, you see.

Finally he turned on the microphone. "This is Barbossa, it be some day o' the week, I be bored 'n ready t' offer ye advice. Especially if ye be a eunuch or into havin' sex wit' ferrets. Oh, yes, I be gettin' yer messages yesterday."

None of which mentioned either problem, but that had never stopped Barbossa before.

"I be playin' requests, too. Be botherin' me!"

Current Mood: drunk

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

GOB was looking kind of sad. Not only did his sudden date with Emma earlier not go the way he wanted, but nobody remembered his birthday yesterday.

The fact that he forgot too, was completely irrelevant.

And that's why GOB was throwing himself a birthday party at the bar tonight as advertised with a sign outside. The fact that there had been no advertising of the party aside from that sign probably wasn't going to help matters at all. GOB hadn't thought this through at all.

Happy belated birthday, idiot.

[OOC: If you wish to participate in the actual birthday proceedings, don't worry if you have no present. GOB didn't warn anyone. He'll gladly accept whatever random crap you have on you.

If you wish to ignore the birthday proceedings, feel free to do that, too. GOB will just be a miserable bastard at you.]

deandestroyer.livejournal.com

There was a stage set up in the park by the duck pond. A bit farther away were merchandise and food booths. The food was free and the merchandise was overpriced, but the music cost nothing.

As the signs proclaimed, it was the Second Annual Fandom Music Festival.

Drax stepped up onto the stage and poked at the microphone. He hated this part of the job. "Welcome to the Music Festival. Enjoy the music and behave yourselves. We're not on school property so I can injure you if I deem it necessary." That wasn't true, but he felt it was a worthwhile thing to say to keep people in line. "Welcome our guests and enjoy yourselves."

[OOC: Artists, feel free to interact backstage and if you'd really like to wander out, hit up the audience. You should post links or lyrics for a song or two or three in your thread. Audience, feel free to participate in the various audience type threads or react to performances as a reply to the artist when they ping in.

Some of these artists will be around town this weekend in other locations. Hopefully I'll get a flyer up for that Friday night.

That should be it. ~~If I missed anything, it's because I'm tired.~~ Hey, I missed something because I was careless, not tired! One more pair of artists was added to the program because I missed them while I was organizing things. All's well that ends well!]

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

GOB was in a state of reflection tonight. No, he wasn't covered in extra shiny glitter. He had been thinking. A lot. It kind of hurt his brain.

He had been in a brief relationship with a zombie chick and was dumped. He had been getting completely plastered and that resulted in something that he swore he didn't remember in case anyone brought it up. And yesterday he was tasered by a trash can.

Something had to change. GOB had to change.

So tonight, he decided to be more positive to everyone who came by. He had never hated himself more.

[OOC: GOB will be positive towards everyone if it kills him. I do not have admin approval to kill him, though, so he will merely be miserable.

ETA: *looks at number of people in here* Don't mind me if I'm a little slow.]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

It's not that she doesn't like patrolling. It's just that 99.99% of the time there's nothing to slay. This leads to minor frustration and built up tension which in turn leads to massive quantities of junk food being eaten.

And yet here Mel is again. Patrolling. Getting frustrated and feeling tense.

"You know. Just one vampire. One. That's all I want."

She's also talking with herself.

Not a good sign.

[For those who know who they are. Up early for SP and Timezone Consideration]

needsaparrot

Given the swarm of new students, Xander was guessing the teachers were here or not far behind, so he opened up the office, in case there was anyone looking to fill his vacancies. ~~Not dirty.~~

He was sitting behind the counter reading the latest issue of Starburst and trying not to facepalm at the tiny GenCon Gossip blurb about a rumored pilot in development called Space Cadets.
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[OOC: Open for prospective or current tenants or anyone else who feels like wandering by.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

The music is playing, the glitter is everywhere and outside the tent, the gondoliers are occasionally bursting into song.

Prom 2007 continues!

[~~please wait for OCD!~~ Have fun!!!!]

needsaparrot

The office was open and Xander was in it pretty much entirely because he didn't want to be in his apartment right now. That music coming out of the back desky-chairy-filingcabinety office-office? Patsy. Justsayin'.

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[OOC: Openated, though threads with Scoobies 2.0 are locked to them, and happen after any others.]

Current Music: Walkin' After Midnight - Patsy Cline

needsaparrot

There was logic to Xander crawling out of bed and opening the office today even though every time he opened his eye or moved his head he felt like small woodland creatures had moved into his skull to frolic and gambol AND THEN GOT SMASHED BY GODZILLA.

He couldn't handle another second in his apartment; the frog was breathing too loud.

So here he was at the desk, hiding behind a newspaper for completely different reasons ~~sort of~~ than the last time he was at the desk hiding behind a newspaper.
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[OOC: open like a meadow where the wild bees swarm.]

Current Mood: blergh

needsaparrot

Xander wouldn't normally have opened up the office on a Sunday, but he'd been on his way out for some Chinese food and noticed the delivery menu on the counter. Hey, it was Sunday - he could be lazy, right?

So now he was sitting at the counter waiting for his food to show up, and catching up on some insurance paperwork that had arrived after the flood. Nope, no interior damage...

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[OOC: for a specific visitor, but open, as well.]

needsaparrot

Xander was sitting at the counter and had a box of doughnuts, a very large mocha, and the internets in front of him. Well, not the entire internets. Just a couple of sites on local demonic history at the moment. Which weren't proving very helpful on where one could go to find current demons for, say, a bored Slayer to fight.

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[OOC: Open for staff, residents, visitors, and demonic invasions, not that there's any planned.]

needsaparrot

Morning: Sub-Basement. [Preplayed]

Afternoon/Evening: The MCA Office [Wide open.]

After doing a quick cleanup and de-acorning of the sub-basement for the last few hours, Xander opened up the office and started using his laptop to work on a set of floorplans for the newly-discovered apartments, based on the ones he'd found for the upper floors of the building. He was no architect, but he could still poke his way around in AutoCAD for this type of thing, yay scary drafting courses. He was around for tenants both current and potential, or anybody else who might stop by.

There was also a sign, both on the front doors to the apartment building, and next to the counter in the lobby:

Guy With Tools

Need to get ~~screwed~~ ~~hammered~~ fixed-up? I'm your guy.

Available in town for home/apartment repair, plus remodeling/construction if you ~~bribe the government for~~ get the proper ~~OOC~~ permits. Can also do custom carpentry work for anybody (townpeoples or students) so long as it's something portable.

Call 555-TOOL to make arrangements, or stop by the Mauvaise Chance office when it's open.

needsaparrot

Xander had wandered out to the office to try to familiarize himself with the building and system a bit, but while he was there, had finally got a return call from a certain Redhead v 1.0. Thus, he was wandering in and out of the office behind the counter, cell-phone in hand, having a conversation that contained a lot of this:

"No, seriously. Google Fandom."

"....okay, point. Google Fandom Island."

"Yes, an apartment complex. Doubleyew tee eff?"

The doors were open, though, and Xander was around for anybody who might need anything.
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[OOC: Like it says!]

needsaparrot

Calls made, face palmed, Xander had done his best to tidy up himself and the apartment his younger, deader version had broken into. Then, already preparing to facepalm some more with one hand and write checks with the other, he made his way out to the counter in the apartment building's lobby.

"Hello? Hey? I, um. Need to report some damage. Which I'd be happy to pay for. Or I can fix it myself if you want..."

When no one answered, or emerged from the office behind it, Xander finally - preparing to apologize for that too - went behind the counter himself, and opened the office door.

"Hi?"

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[OOC: 1st thread locked to Xander and...the office, la. After that, he'll be behind the counter WTF-ing, and it's open for a specific person looking for a room, any residents who'd like to stop in and complain/meet the new management, or anybody else who might *cough* eventually come looking for him.]

Current Mood: embarrassed
Current Location: MCA office

enginegirl.livejournal.com

Kaylee was just a wee bit more cheerful than usual. It might have something to do with the fact that there are a lot of new people on the island. Some might even stop by the store today. Of course, she'd be available to help anyone who might need it.

Empire was open.

dontcallmeeli.livejournal.com

Weevil arrives and immediately checks on the band. He's grateful they're all intact today. After making sure the bar is stocked, he opens the doors.

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