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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...]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

The shop was up and running early this morning while a smug looking Worf was making an entry in his personal log.

"Personal Log. Stardate -312722.15. Monday. After last year's procedure, it appears that I was successful in eliminating any potential children from alternate realities. While this may spell the end of the House of Mogh the alternative is... unthinkable."

That was all for his personal log today. Not much else needed to be said.

Other than the fact a large sign was in the window today which read: "Children must be accompanied by an adult".

No way, Worf was getting stuck babysitting.

noearsyet.livejournal.com

As the night went on, an assortment of prom favours were replacing the masks on the table just inside the tent. Everyone was free to take a picture frame and disposable camera to record their own Prom memories. Also were shot glasses with the Fandom High gremlin on them. Such things happened when Dean Stinson was the Student Council advisor.

The punch was thoroughly spiked by now, but the dessert table had been refilled o soaking up all that alcohol was a definite possibility. The music would still be playing for a few hours for all to get in as much dancing and time to be with their friends as they wanted.

And in just a moment, Dean Stinson was going to announce the Prom Court.

[OOC: How much do we rock that LJ was down all day and we STILL needed a second post? SO MUCH. Again, Prom is open for SP and also getting LJ to load should not be such a rush. ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up and good to go!]

[Prom Court Announcement | Mingling | Punch and Dessert Tables | Chaperones | Shadowy Corners | Bathrooms | Dancing | OOC]

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]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Don't look now, but Rose was thinking.

She'd put it off long enough during the past week of insanity, but after the gym chores were done, she really didn't have anything else to do other than think about what exactly had happened last week in the fog. If she'd actually seen Mason in the fog or if had just been another weird hallucination induced by whatever had made her think Dimitri was a monster. A monster with a stake, and she rubbed the shoulder that had gotten in the way of it.

Thinking sucked. Thinking led to brooding, and since she wasn't Alex and she didn't have any alcohol, she refused to get to brooding. Instead the music was turned way, way up (and it wasn't 80s crap, tyvm) to try to distract from the thinking.

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf had once again forsaken his post at the counter to work on his katas in the meditation area.

Since it help make Worf more focused and less irritable, it's better for all that everyone just let him do this exercise.

However if anyone needed help in the main room, he was only a step away.

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf did not remember anything over the weekend. All he knew is that he woke up floundering around in the water and for some reason being tied to another humanoid

"This is NOT acceptable!" he shouted. "I demand to know who you are and why you are tied to me!"

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf had actually enjoyed his week off at Atlantis.

However instead of staying at the hotel he found a remote part of the island where he lived off the land for a week ~~because his mun was full of fail and didn't post him anywhere~~.

So Worf was in a semi-relaxed mood as he opened the shop today.

Not that anyone noticed because he was still a pain in the ass Klingon.

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Making sure that the store was in proper order, Worf heading to the mediation area where he sat down and began the rites of Ja'eghqa'ghach.

Which really is just mediation but it's not considered Klingon unless you make it sound intimidating while clearing your chest of congestion at the same time.

An notification alarm was set in case any customers entered the store and needed assistance.

[The Klingon word for meditation drove the OCD away because it didn't sound soothing enough. Also, do I really need to say that the post is open because... well y'know. It's a comm. It's a store. I'm available to RP. That kind of spells it all out, right? Right. Because if I wasn't available I'd actually put "Mod use of the fire range if you're a member" yadda yadda yadda. But since I AM available I'm not putting that down.

So. Anyhow.

Open!]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf had spent the weekend doing battle against the gremlins. He was sore, bruised and scratched. He had two cracked ribs and was walking with a limp.

In short: He had the best weekend EVER and was in a happy mood.

Which wasn't much different from his normal mood except that he was smirking a lot today.

bitchprince

It was as good a time as any to check on the horses. Arthur had just made his rounds in that regard, patting his own on the neck and checking them over for any signs of discomfort or trouble when he'd heard the noise.

It was Fandom. Unexpected noise was rarely a good thing. Especially while it was still dark out.

With a frown on his face, he'd ventured on out with his sword drawn, down to the gates.

Now he was there. And he was well aware of where the noise was coming from. Had, in fact, already texted as many as he could with a warning (and a mention of his position to Merlin) before the creatures had taken his phone.

Slicing through gremlin guts to get his Blackberry back was not how Arthur had expected the morning would go. Especially not at this hour.

[[ ooopen. ...and let's just say it's still darkish out here, shall we? i totally know my gremlin canon. yes. ]]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Rose had had a hard workout in the morning so by the time the gym actually opened, she was pretty much just hanging out in the office and reading one of the books she'd gotten on bodyguarding tactics.

Jessi had called in because she'd 'hurt her shoulder shoveling.' It was obviously a complete lie since Jessi hadn't ever shoveled a day in her life, but Rose was too happy to have a day without the stupid pink spandex and didn't even give her a hard time on the phone.

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf had arrived in a rather melancholy mood this morning. Last Friday the radio had been playing some of his favorite operas from his homeworld and as result he had been rather quiet all weekend.

In fact, Worf was still rather quiet as he made sure the store was in proper condition for non-purchasing clients.

However the Klingon opera that was playing... okay it was at a respectful volume but it still sounded like cats being strangled.

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf had ignored his voicemail all weekend.

And after seeing the messages he received on that one fateful day, he might just keep it that way.

Luckily there was plenty of work to do at Wellspring to keep him from being distracted.

[Open! And now in the right comm!]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf was behind the counter today making sure that the store was in perfect condition in case anyone tried to come in and couldn't buy anything.

Because that's how it works here at Wellspring.

[The OCD refuses to come out of the house because it's too damn cold.]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

With the holidays now over, Worf had begun the menial task of removing the Christmas decoration from the store. After fifteen minutes of this he had given up and was now re-engineering the Christmas lights so that the bulbs would stay lit if one burned out.

Unfortunately it resulted in a horrible tangle of wires which just made Worf even more grumpy.

[Open]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf had done his best to avoid the... interesting activities over the weekend and was proud to say that he did not behave any more out of the ordinary than usual.

Work on the other hand, had provided a unique challenge. There was a box of decorations and Christmas lights on the counter, of which Worf was now under the task of decorating the store for the holidays.

However there seemed to be a least one or two bulbs on the strands of lights that were burned out which meant none of the lights worked.

It was a frustrating situation compounded by the fact that Worf failed to understand why anyone would engineer a product in such a way.

[And this should have been posted hours ago. This is what happens when you don't hit post entry. Open]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

There are many things that Klingons are good at. Drinking. Fighting. Writing poems about fighting. Long boring stories about the importance of honor.

Mostly fighting.

The one thing Klingons aren't good at? Christmas shopping. Worf was aware of the tradition but really failed when it came to finding items to give to others.

This might explain why a Kliingon's antagonistic nature.

So anyone entering Wellspring today might find Worf behind the counter scowling at a catalog or two.

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

It had been a quiet few weeks for Worf. Very quiet. Too quiet.

There was only so much meditation, mok'bara practice, and ~~watching The View~~ punching bag demolishing one Klingon could take before he became... more irritable than usual.

So beware the Klingon sitting behind the counter. He might be extra grumpy today.

[The OCD was scared away by Klingon grumbling and crankiness. Oh-so-open!]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

With the visitors to the island now gone, Worf was looking forward to everything getting back to normal.

Of course even if he had visitors this weekend he would still be at Wellspring on time, gotten everything ready and then stood behind the counter to glare at anyone who came in through the door.

Because that's just the way Worf is.

[Open. The OCD was just visiting for the weekend. Now it's back home organizing its own canon.]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

What started as a mere suggestion had now gotten a bit out of control.

At first it was a mere watching of the show. That had led to semi-regular watching of said show. And from there it ballooned to the point where Worf had created a program on his shuttle to analyze daily news headlines to see which topics might be discussed on the show.

Worf was now reviewing such headlines in preparation for the show being on and getting ready to tweak the algorithm used so it would remain current.

Which is why you should never listen to the owner of this shop when he suggests you watch "The View".

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf arrived at work early today and made sure everything was in proper order before assuming his station behind the counter.

He stood at attention and focused his glare at the door in an effort to keep out any troublesome customers.

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Labor Day had no meaning for Worf. And even if he did he'd probably come to work anyway.

So while others might be out grilling food and enjoying the day, Worf was at his usual position behind the counter glaring at any customers who come into the shop under the mistaken impression they might be able to buy a weapon.

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

It was your normal Monday and Worf had everything organized in the store. He was completely ready to spend the day not selling anything to potential customers.

Which he was pretty sure that it wasn't supposed to work that way but he'd been here long enough to know not to ask any questions.

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf was feeling a tad restless today. After getting the shop in order he went back to the meditation area and started going through the various routines of the mok'bara that pertained to his bat'leth.

Which might sound dirty but really isn't.

Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center is open and very clean, Thank you.

[We don't need no stinking OCD.]

tyler_gone

Today's Very Special Edition of Fight Club was being brought to you by two things; Ghanima was running late so Tyler was in charge on his own, and Anakin had offered a dare.

Figuring he might not get the chance again, Tyler had quickly curtained off a segment of the gym area and set a few things up behind it. "Hi," he said laconically. "I'm back, and Ghanima will be here a little later. Before the fighting, I wanted to talk to you about the next phase of fight club."

He was not catching Anakin's eye ~~if he was there~~ for this. He'd laugh if he did.

"In Phase 2, we start trying to look good while we fight. Neat hair, nice workout clothes, manicured nails. if you're ready for that, go behind the curtain and get ready. Don't forget the hair gel."

"If you aren't ready, stay out here and fight. I won't judge. I think it's time for a match for ... you and you, wizard-boy and blondie, you, you, you and definitely you. Go for it."

He was impressed he'd gotten through that without laughing.

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?]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf was looking rather pleased today at Wellspring.

Which meant that instead of his usual scowl there was a look of... Okay, he just looked less scowly instead of his usual scowlishness.

Wellspring is open! And Worf is... less grumpy.

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf was spending most of his day going through reports coming from his dimension and on the Klingon Empire in general.

Judging from the extra grumpy expression on his face it was suffice to say that things were not going well.

Wellspring is open. Beware the grumpy Klingon.

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!]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Yes... the store was open today. And everything was exactly as it should be.

However the Klingon in front of the store today seemed to have most of his attention focused on a monitor that was playing a certain tv show

For the record, Worf had no idea who this unfortunate named woman was but he was slightly disappointed that Ms. Buttafuoco's book "Getting it through my thick skull" had nothing to do with fighting techniques.

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf was back to his usual post behind the counter and glaring at any customers who came in to shop for weaponry.

Actually he was just glaring at everyone but since most people came in to look at the guns he just ended up glaring at them.

[Open. No OCD because what is... is. *nods*]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf was not in the mood to meet new and exciting people. Hence him not being at anything regarding new people.

He certainly hoped that trend would keep up today.

[Worf may not want to meet new people but I don't mind so much. Please note the OOC comment]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf was sporting some spectacular bruises from his sparring session at Fight Club yesterday.

He had already made a note in his personal log that he would have to go back more often.

In the meantime Worf was back in the meditation area, going through some basic katas in order to stretch out some of his sore muscles. If anyone entered he could easily enter the main store area to assist them.

atreideslioness

"Welcome back to Fight Club," Tyler began. "You've been put through drills, labeled, and classified in neat little boxes for us to play with. If that pisses you off ... it should. But it's how this works."

"If you don't like it, you can challenge our decision at any time," Ghanima continued cheerfully. "Of course, that means we get to throw you around the gym, so please, feel free to do so."

"Today, however, we'd prefer that you beat on each other first."

"Starting with you and you, you and you, and -- Ghanima, pick the last two." Tyler paced a few steps as he spoke.

"You, and you over there. And Max?" Ghanima grinned and crooked her finger at the large man. "I'd like to see you on the mat, please."

Who said she couldn't use Fight Club to make her own fun?

Mingle / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / Beginner Mats / OOC

[~~Wait for~~ The OCD awaits, oh ye of ~~little~~ violent faith]

Current Mood: chipper

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf was spending most of his time in the meditation area today, slowly going through his mok'bara katas and trying to recenter himself.

He was, of course, available for anyone who might be walking through the front door.

[The OCD blew away with the pollen]

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

If Katchoo was feeling any ill effects from the flowers that had suddenly showed up all over town, she hadn't noticed yet, and was mostly sticking to feeling glad she hadn't developed an allergy.

And hoping it stayed that way.

When she arrived at work she popped Griffin Silver's Drunk Ducks CD into the stereo and, not wanting to risk being caught outside in case the clouds turned into a storm on her, sat behind the counter poring over her sketchbook. The music choice seemed appropriate; the ducks sure seemed like they'd been acting weird when she'd cut through the park on her way here.

[OOC: The less I search this post for some OCD, the closer I am to fine. I dunno.]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf arrived at his usual time and did the usual things to get the store ready for its usual lack of customers.

When the usual tasks were completed, Worf headed back to the meditation area where he began going through his mok'bara routines.

If anyone entered the store he was in earshot to hear them and provide assistance.

[Sorry. Left my OCD in another post]

tyler_gone

Tyler ended up teaching a Pilates class this morning. He had no idea what he was doing, but as long as he said a lot of perky things about "keep your core strong" and "tight abs, ladies" none of the NPCs in the class seemed to notice any difference.

He couldn't decide if he was proud of himself or deeply ashamed as he wandered back to the reception desk at the gym, so he settled for feeling neither and paging through an equipment catalogue as he watched for any trouble.

tyler_gone

So one second, Tyler was minding his own goat-y business, testing his horns on an old sofa, chewing on some especially tasty-smelling toaster innards. It was simple, being a goat, but it was kind of cool. Lots to eat, lots of new smells.

The next, Tyler was human, naked, and swearing up a storm as he contemplated the shortest route home. It hadn't felt this chilly when he had fur.

[OOC: Open to anybody who wants to talk to the naked ex-goat.]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf was up early to move his belongings back to his room and finished just in time to open Wellspring.

Currently he was taking inventory of all the weapons in the store. Granted it was a bit silly since no weapons are actually sold but Worf was a stickler for details.

[The OCD is currently on the grill being slowly smoked until it is ready to fall off the bone and then smothered in barbecue sauce]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf was behind the counter reading an interesting model on rifle scopes from an issue of "Sniper's Monthly" that was left on the counter.

Granted Worf would never use such a thing, but the article was very well written.

atreideslioness

The gym was set up as usual or the meeting today today; mats and punching bags for the beginners, the sparring sections, a playpen for their littlest member, and Ghanima and Tyler keeping a keen eye over it all.

"Welcome back," Ghanima called out once it looked like a consensus of people had arrived. "If you haven't been here before, talk with one of us to go over the rules before you grab a partner."

"And since we have critical mass this week" -- and Tyler looked amused at that -- "we're back to paring you up. You and you, you and you, you and you, and -- Ghanima, pick the last two sets."

"Those two. Yes, you, don't pretend to be invisible. And, let's see, you and you. There. Now don't you feel special?" Ghanima beamed. "Now go show us just how special you are."

Tyler tilted his head at the selected pairs and made one odd and utterly uncharacteristic announcement for Tahiri's sake. "If we ever point to you and you can't fight, don't be stupid. Let us know and we'll figure something else out."

"NOW" -- and he sounded relived to be done with that -- "Go. Be snowflakes."

He could almost laugh.

| Mingle / Beginner Area / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC |

[Up early for SP goodness. Mmmm....SP. OCD is up! Go hit people!]

Current Mood: amused

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

Still wondering how the frikking hell the office managed to bungle her into Spy Games and Etiquette, Katchoo stalked down to work after first period with a very glitter-covered Clocky on her heels and an expression of pure crankiness that put yesterday's cranky look to shame, because yes, Katchoo was fairly liberally sprinkled with glitter herself.

She hated everything extra today. She really did.

[OOC: The OCD's all lost in the supermarket. Once again (*sigh*), likely to be slow to ridiculously slow until late afternoon/early evening.]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

After attending class, Worf arrived at Wellspring and made sure everything was in order before opening it up for the public.

He stationed himself behind the counter and watched the door like a hawk in case any of the new students had ideas about trying to buy anything.

[OCD is up. Finally. *grumbles* Please see OOC note regarding Wellspring and its services.]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

The store was open and Worf was behind the counter as usual

However today Worf had brought his collection of Klingon Opera to help him meditate. To the trained ear, Klingon Opera was a wonder to behold...

To anyone else it sounded like a bunch of people trying to strangle each other.

Enter at the risk of having your ear drums ruptured.

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf had the shop up and running to his specifications in record time. However since business was "slow" he was spending his time in the meditation room working on his mok'bara katas using his bat'leth.

Granted it's not exactly "meditation" but Worf doubted Cable would protest his use of the room.

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Despite his best efforts to avoid this particular responsibility, Worf was saddled with Torf today.

And despite the fact that Torf is truly a nice boy, there's only so much jabbering Worf can take.

"For the final time I do not want my hair highlighted!" he shouted.

Unfortunately for Worf, Torf was quite used to these kind of outbursts, growls and threats. "You say that now," Torf said sweetly. "But you should really see yourself with a honey-blonde hair color. It's totes hawt."

Welcome to Wellspring Arms. Where you can now shoot, meditate and now get fashion tips from a five year old boy.

[No OCD today]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf was still a kitten.

Worf was not amused.

We're not going to ask how he got the store up and running while being just a kitten. But he did.

Wellspring is open. Beware of the kitty.

Current Mood: cranky

solo_sword

After being gremlin-bitten in Flight Club, two short, colorful little bears wandered out by the school gates with a mission to spread love and cheer to the whole wide world.

(In reality, they were two short human girls who thought they were colorful bears. With symbols on their tummies, mind you.)

"This place looks sad," Love-A-Lot Bear decided. "We have a lot of work to do."

[Jaina and Tahiri now totally believe they are Care Bears. Oh so open, with a warning for random hugging.]

Current Mood: cheerful

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