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Originally, this was going to be a much smaller event, but then Fandom had to be Fandom and Portalocity had to be Portalocity, and now Zoe was wondering if there would be enough food for everyone or if she'd have to get things from the local restaurants.

For the moment though, everything was set up nicely. There were tables and chairs set up with blue and gold tablecloths, each covered with glitter from years of use. There were balloons, streamers, and other slightly tasteful decorations, also covered in glitter from years of being stored with things that were also covered in glitter. Don't worry, no one had died from a glitter overdose yet.

Once the food was set out and the (non-tainted) punch was ready, it seemed like things were as good to go as they'd ever be. If things got too crowded, hopefully a fire marshal wasn't among the folks who had come back to town.

[We appear to have broken the post, huzzah! Please use these links to get around: Arrive/Mingle | Food/Drink | Dancing | Shadowy Corner | Corner of 2005 | OOC]

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

Buffy had showed up at the dance, but then decided to skip out early and hang out in the cemetery like the olden days. She doubted there'd be anything worth staking tonight- hopefully- but given how event weekends had gone in her day, better safe than sorry.

So there she was, sitting on top of a gravestone, waiting for something to happen.

[I missed patrol posts! Open!]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

throughaphase

Kitty hadn't known anything was up until she went to the Perk with her computer. There she'd found children behind the counter insisting they could make her coffee. Personally, she hadn't been that keen on kids making something hot that might burn them, so she'd just asked for a muffin and took her laptop outside to a table because good god was it loud in there.

And then one of the tiny baristas came out with a cup saying her coffee was ready before dashing back inside.

Kitty only worried about that until she picked up the paper cup and saw there was nothing in it. Pretend coffee. Nice.

[Open! Throw children at her.]

throughaphase

Kitty had no reason to participate in 3 Minute Dates, but she'd still shown up to handle the bar, and because it was really potentially entertaining. Of course, if anyone asked she'd probably say something like she wanted to make sure no one got so angry at a date that they did damage to the bar or something.

The bar was open for post-daters, spectators, and people who'd just wandered in on Saturday night, and your bartender was eying the puppy thing like she expected him to do something weird(er) at any moment.

[And here is your normal post! Tah daaaaah!]

yakkoyaks.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES
with your host Yakko Warner

With a blare of trumpets signalling 8:00 PM, Yakko strode out onto the stage. "Welcome one, welcome all, to 3 Minute Dates here at Caritas. The normal guy couldn't be here tonight because who cares, so you're stuck with me. I know what you're thinking. 'Who signed me up for this anyway?' I was wondering the same thing myself, but I've learned not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Isn't that right, Stanley?" A horse wearing braces on his teeth and a present bow on his saddle came out onto the stage. Yakko held a hand up to stage whisper, "He's self-conscious about it."

"Anyway, without further ado," Yakko started.

"Bless you," Stanley said.

"Thank you, Stanley, let's get this started! When I honk this horn," Yakko said, honking a very comedic sounding horn, "We'll get started with the first round. Every time I honk it after that," Yakko said, squeezing the horn and having the 'crash and burn' noise come out of the horn, "your three minutes are up and it'll be time to move on. And just to make sure you're really on your toes with this timing thing...."

Yakko pulled the stage's curtain aside to show a big white disc standing up. Yakko jumped onto the disc and started using his hands as a minute and second hand on a clock.

And then, with the sound of a donkey braying, Yakko hit the horn. "Good luck!"

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

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

Epic OCD is ~~beginning.For the love of god, please wait until I'm done.~~ UP! Epic thanks to

solo_sword for helping get the OCD posted.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon.]

throughaphase

Kitty was a trying night so far. She'd changed clothes before work, putting on a skirt that was short, but that she thought would be fine. And now the longer she wore it, the more she realized that she pretty much couldn't move in this thing without giving someone a show.

Tino had figured that out and kept "accidentally" dropping things and asking her to pick them up. Kitty was beginning to think she might need to hold a sexual harassment seminar.

"I wish my dragon was still here," she told him.

furnaceface

Okay, enough moping about. Jonothon was going to get up, today. Do something. Something productive, even. Jonothon was going to promote things.

Your First Hit Is Free!
Come in today to check out our recording booth
And we'll record your first song, free of charge!

Look, other businesses had been doing this 'marketing strategy' thing for ages, but The Boards liked to march to the beat of its own drum. If anybody needed Jonothon, he'd be sitting in the lobby, replacing the strings on that old acoustic guitar he'd dug up the other day.

[Open!]

alittlecrooked.livejournal.com

Another day, another patrol throughout the streets of Fandom, looking for signs of any suspicious activity.

If you'd told the Jake of two years ago that he'd one day act as an enforcer of some sort of... totalitarian regime, he probably would've laughed. Laughed and then punched you in the face. Of course, several rounds of Imperio had taken care of that problem with authority, and now Jake was only too happy to act in the interests of The Man.

...or The Woman, as the case may be. The important part to remember was that anyone looking the least bit suspicious was bound to get hauled down to the station for 'questioning'.

doesntpatent.livejournal.com

There were parts of the whole loyalist thing that Annie liked, and parts she didn't. Visiting detention was a minus because it was sad that so many people had to get punished because they just couldn't follow some rules, while the feeling that she was doing something worthwhile was a plus. The feeling of superiority was the biggest plus, really. Seriously, it was huge.

One of the pluses was patrol. It was just like taking a walk, but with rules to enforce. What was bad about that? So Annie was out tonight, walking the streets of town, ready to take down those who weren't doing what they were supposed to.

While humming, for some strange reason.

[Loyalists represent. Open to anyone who wants to run into her!]

boobs-and-heart.livejournal.com

Mary was not having a good day. Gunther had gone missing again. He had never really picked a side, but he knew that she was hiding Resistance members in the hotel and never said a word about it. Mary could only hope that he continued to keep his mouth shut if he fell into the hands of Loyalists.

For now, all she could do was remain calm and see what information she could get from the Loyalists who thought that she was their friend. As she pondered who to go to, she started to sing:( ... )

Of course it had to be another one of those days.

Welcome to the Umbridge Arms!
Today's Specials
Stilton Cauliflower Soup
Shepherd's Pie
Sticky Toffee Pudding

truekindofsith.livejournal.com

The weirdness with today's radio notes had left Cara twitchier than usual. Doubly so given the squirrels had denied responsibility even with the offered bribes of rum. Which left some idiot newbie trying to pull a something as the most likely culprit.

And someone stupid enough to try that was stupid enough to try and be out after curfew to prove a point, was stupid enough to get caught, and was likely to spill under pressure. So Cara was out patrolling for stragglers, in the hopes she was the one who ran across any such geniuses first. If the fear of Umbridge wasn't enough to make them keep their wits about them and not risk everyone's necks for meaningless pranks, maybe fear of her would.

[Open!]

Current Mood: predatory

hiddenkilt.livejournal.com

Few people back home would recognize the clean cut young man sitting outside the Perk Monday afternoon, a cup of tea to one side, a stack of papers, recipes, and a notebook laid out in front of him. He was freshly shaven, his hair nicely combed and entirely naturally colored -- he was even wearing a sweater vest. A sweater vest. And he was diligently working away on this week's lesson plan for his class.

There was absolutely nothing suspicious about Boaz Priestly. He worked very hard to keep it that way.

He was at least wearing a t-shirt underneath his sweater vest with a picture of a crocodile playing electric guitar. He refused to give up his awesome t-shirts entirely.

[ooc: for other fine upstanding citizens of the island, or at least those pretending to be]

cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com

After a couple missions that inevitably went insane the past few weeks, Zayne was on leave from Reciprocity so he could take care of everything he needed to do in Fandom. Once he landed his shuttle on the rooftop landing pad (HE HAD A SHUTTLE NOW, what was happening?), he sent a quick message to parties who might be interested that he was back and made his way down to the lobby to check the state of everything.

He was a little concerned when he checked the list of residents to see if anyone had moved in or out and found it folded into a paper hat. Also, it hadn't been updated. That seemed like the lesser concern. This was going to take some investigation.

[OOC: Zayne's officially back in town! Messages went out to anyone who thinks they might have received one. Open, but I'll be slowish most of the day.]

dollpocalypse

Topher was finding himself extra-jittery today. Maybe it was that fourth Mountain Dew before he'd really gotten out of bed this morning, or maybe it was... no, you know what, it was definitely the Mountain Dew.

Either way, he was practically bouncing at his desk over at Stark Industries, so he fashioned a sign to hang up on the door:

GIVE ME SOMETHING TO FIX AND GET A FREE BAG OF WIRES

It was... possible that Topher didn't know what kind of incentives most people were going to go for. But he tried.

texted3times

Eric walked into the Devil's Nest wearing nothing but a tiny pair of swim trunks.

Tiny stared at him.

"What? If Tino spent a week sending you photos, I thought you should see what someone who looked good in a swimsuit looked like."

Because Tiny didn't want to die, he didn't mention about Eric needing a bit of a tan.

The Devil's Nest was open. And shirtless.

[OOC: This was totally not a gratuitous attempt to use shirtless icons. NO SIR.]
[OOC2: That last part was a lie.]

electrocynic

There was a pony with a green-white-grey colour scheme and an electrical current symbol for a cutie mark in the park, carefully carrying a lighter and a packet of cigarettes in its mouth. Sarah hadn't wanted to set her flat on fire, thanks. It had seemed like a better idea to head out before even trying to have a smoke. Of course, just trying to get out of MCA, let alone her apartment, had been absolutely bloody ridiculous, but she'd managed. She hadn't even begun to think about how this smoking thing was going to work, though. She'd get to that in good time.

Or right now. She stopped by a bench and carefully dropped the cigarettes and the lighter on it. And now, now she was thinking about her next dilemma.

"... Right."

Glancing around, she wasn't sure anyone would be willing to help a pony smoke, but anyone citing animal cruelty related ethical reasons for not helping was going to get kicked into the pond.

[ooopen!]

nookiepowered

"Okay, I can accept the Blue Curaçao for Really Strong Guy Who Can Fly because it's the same color as his suit, and the extra-sour Lemon Drops for Bitterwoman, but Ratnipples?"

Tiny just crossed his arms and stared pointedly at the raisin-flavored rum.

Bo crossed her arms right back. Under her breasts because she was not stupid. All advantages should be used, especially in a situation this serious. (Except for the one where she could win this argument boobs down if she used her powers on him, but that would be cheating.) "No. I don't care if George Clooney was in it. There are some adaptations we don't acknowledge exist."

Bo was pleased to see it took Tiny at least twenty seconds to tear his gaze away from her neckline and point to the layered Bailey's-and-Creme de Cacao drink she'd labeled Ferretwoman's Tail.

"The Eartha Kitt one, not the Halle Berry one. Please."

Superhero-Themed Shooters:
$3.50 each or 4 for $12.00.

yakkoyaks.livejournal.com

Three things happened once Yakko realized he needed a place to live while he was teaching.

First, he went to one of the apartment buildings. Second, he waited for someone on duty. Third, he got tired of waiting, so he unlocked the office door (he had a key for some reason) and took control of the place. It was a quick coup, but only because nobody was around so he didn't have anyone to sing his song about taking control of an apartment building to.

Which was a shame. It was a great song.

[OOC: Here for gawkers, residents, and people who told me they wanted apartments if they'd rather play getting the apartment instead of handwaving!

I'm going to Avengers in just under two hours, so I'll be afk for a little bit later on this morning/early afternoon.]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina Murray sat behind the lobby counter, reading a copy of... Cosmo.

She looked as if she was attempting to stare at an article until it burst into fire. Mina did not approve of such content in her magazines. At least, the ones she read in public.

Over the quiet week, she had moved her belongings down from apartment seven and into the much more spacious manager's suite in number zero. She'd even brought in some lab equipment so she could run some minor chemical experiments in her spare time.

This did, however, leave a vacancy in the building. So she left a sign on the door reading:

One vacant apartment.
Serious inquiries only.

She'd be glad to help any potential tenants, as well as any current ones or any friends who may stop by the lobby.

[ooc: I shun the OCD. Open! Also, MCA info here.]

yakkoyaks.livejournal.com

With the weekend almost over, there was really only one thing left to do.

Playful music followed the Warner Brothers (and the Warner Sister) as they ran through the park, before a musical cue indicated that it was time to suddenly slide to a stop.

"It's that time again," Yakko said, holding up a finger for emphasis.

[OOC: It had to be done. For the sibs, but open afterwards as parks tend to be.]

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

It was still a good day to torment guests and locals alike and there was still plenty of food (courtesy of your Fandom High StuCO) in the Park, welcoming visitors to Fandom Island.

The registration desk was still open and the banner waved in the comfortable breeze announcing the event of the day.

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2009!

[ OOC: DONE! Post 1 | Security | Registration | Food & Drink | Mingling | OOC ]

Current Mood: pleased

yakkoyaks.livejournal.com

Tino was just going about his business solo tonight. Washing glasses, reorganizing the bottles on the back bar, doing all the little things that needed to be done before opening.

And then, after putting a bottle down, he turned around to find a short, black and white puppy thing in front of him. The puppy thing started singing.

"I am a Warner Brother
And I'm here to help you out
I don't mean to be a bother
So wipe away that pout
I don't know much about beer
Whiskey, wine, or shots
But I learn fast when I see or hear
And now I'll learn a lot!"

Yakko then started pulling bottles off the shelf and reciting their names in an order that - quite astonishingly - managed to rhyme. Tino was impressed. But when Yakko moved onto the song about mixed drinks, Tino took one for himself. He was going to need it tonight.

[OOC: Oh god. What have I done? Just as a warning, if you don't mod Tino, you hereby agree to me being insane at you.]

Current Music: The song I just made up

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?]

usedtotravel.livejournal.com

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

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

[OCD is up, thank you for waiting!]

intraspective

The hall was still full of sleepers.

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

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

There was work to be done, after all.

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

intraspective

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

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

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

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

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

ETA: Evening/Night post is here]

usedtotravel.livejournal.com

The calls had started early in the morning, and the patients had followed shortly after, all with the same problem - people had fallen asleep and couldn't be woken up. It didn't take long for it to become clear that the clinic wouldn't hold everyone - there really were a finite number of rooms in the place - and in quite possibly the only instance of anyone ever being grateful for the plague, it wasn't long before Martha, the nurses, and the town hall staff had figured out how to recreate the emergency clinic in the town hall. Cots were set up, supplies were brought over, and the rest of the clinic staff had been contacted. Now, all they needed was to get everyone rounded up to be taken care of, and to try to figure out what was wrong.

[ocd is up!]

pieandcoffee.livejournal.com

There would be Dale.

And in front of him a freshly baked cherry pie. All for him.

True, it's not healthy for a man to eat so much pie but that wasn't going to stop him. Oh, no.

( And of course this leads to him singing... )

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

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The cemetery- Saturday night

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The Perk- Saturday afternoon

Caritas- Saturday from 8:22 on

3 Minute Dates - Caritas - Saturday night

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The Boards, Saturday, All Day

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The streets of Fandom- Tuesday evening

The Umbridge Arms, Tuesday

The Streets of Umbridge Island, Monday Night

Outside the Perk, Monday afternoon

MCA Lobby, Saturday morning

Stark Industries | Saturday

Devil's Nest [Friday night]

The Park, Saturday Afternoon

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, May 12

MCA Lobby, Saturday

MCA Lobby, [10/22]

The Park, Sunday evening

Parents' Weekend Meet & Greet, Town Park Part 2 [Friday Afternoon]

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

3 Minute Dates; Caritas; Saturday Evening

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Town Hall, Saturday Evening/Night

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