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Glitter seemed to be a theme of the evening. There was glitter on the posters covering the walls, glitter on the plants printed on table cloths. Glitter on the fake full moon hanging in place of a mirror ball.

And of course, glitter on the banner hanging above the entrance.

Welcome to Homecoming 2012

Become a (wo)man.

Become a wolf.

Current Mood: excited

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

The glitter could not be contained! Nor could the moose...despite their plastic nature. Homecoming continued onward, welcoming all late arrivals who were still in time for the main event!

Your 2011 Homecoming Court Announcement!

[ Post 1 | Arrive + Mingle Some More | Homecoming Court | More Drinks + Snacks | More Chaperones | More Dancing | Even More Shadowy Corners | OOC2 ]

Current Mood: accomplished

laidanegg.livejournal.com

Dick woke up on a park bench. He wasn't sure how he got here, but he did know one thing definitively... "It was all just a dream," he said. But he said it quietly so that nobody might hear it. In fact, at the moment it seemed as if his entire purpose was to be in the background if anyone with an actual speaking part wandered by.

He was an extra. And he was suddenly reading a newspaper in order to guarantee that there was no eye contact made with more important people.

[OOC: Park is open for any parkly needs. Dick will not talk to anyone in the post. He may, however, move slightly in the background. Please don't mind him.]

needsaparrot

"So about that whole being back on Friday thing..." Xander said as he reached for his Galaxy Quest hardhat. "I'll just say have you met ~~the idiot who plays me~~ Portalocity? At least it gave the contract guys some time to get the first floor walls started for us."

He pointed to the building, which was indeed starting to look more like a building, now. When he turned back around and stubbed his toe on the black stump in his path, there followed a few choice not-safe-for-squirrel epithets before he shook his head and added, "Helps that it wasn't totally a pile of rubble to start with. Good foundation goes a long way. So today we start building on that. There's pre-cut lumber already laid out, and the places that need framework are marked with red cable-ties. Need any help, I'll be working over on the south-east corner. Just yell."

He paused. "Preferably something like 'Hey Xander' unless we're talking industrial accident or something's ignoring the No Rampaging signs. Then go with 'Help!' Or 'Oh frak!'"

[OOC: Community project, open to all!]

Current Mood: working

needsaparrot

"For anybody who wasn't here when this went down--" Xander, clad in a certain white and blue hardhat that might be familiar to some, jerked his thumb towards the partially-demolished building, speaking loudly over the noise of a drainage pump that was patiently sucking the mucky, muddy water out of what used to be a pretty kickass swimming pool. "That's what happens when you don't have clearly posted safety signage during an invasion."

Oh look, he brought an extra No Rampaging sign. And a post-hole digger.

"It's also what happens when you do have clearly-posted signage," he admitted. "But at least this way you've got a better case if you try to sue the monsters for damages. And this--" He waved his arms at the construction site in general. "--is what happens when we finally run out of room at the MCA and have to get off our butts and build a second apartment building. First law of re-building, though - before you get to the fun stuff, you have to clear away the crap. ...Second law is don't juggle the power tools."

Ah, safety lectures. Just like riding a bicycle. Through a construction site. Without proper headgear. Which you shouldn't do.

[Open like the muddy concrete pit that used to be Logan Echolls' swimming pool! Grad project, but he wouldn't turn down help from anyone inclined to give it.]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

There's a Bridge, there's a Z, there's a causeway. There's also a shuttle- or rather, isn't a shuttle, quite yet, because it's slightly behind schedule due to the island not being where the pilot had expected to find it.

At least the drop in temperature means the SPD uniforms aren't *quite* as uncomfortable as they usually are during the summer. Not that it matters at this exact moment, because the shuttle's finally arrived and within moments the two SPD cadets are inside and it's taking off again.

[eeeestablishy.]

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

The people in charge now knew where the kidnapped people were being kept. A party had gathered and they were on their way to the depths of the Underworld to bring their people back, no matter what stood in their way.

[OOC: For the raiding/rescue party and later in the OCD for the victims too. Please only join in if you specifically signed up for the raiding party.]

fh_beasties

Pain, Panic and a few lesser demons had their orders. They had people to grab and take to the Nightmares in the catacombs of Tartarus. Simple enough, right?

Maybe not, but they hadn't had a direct order from Hades in an unthinkably long time. They weren't going to get this one wrong.

[OOC: For those who signed up to be victims so they can be kidnapped! NPC volunteers, please use generic demons, not Pain and Panic.]

neverfaithful.livejournal.com

Still likin' Greece. Getting her tan on. All that good stuff. Meeting such interesting people.

Caritas, it was open, and its bartender was in a pretty good mood.

Current Mood: good

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.]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie had spent most of the weekend recovering from his hangover and avoiding small children. Mostly because small children who figure out his mutant power inevitably end up kicking the shins of said mutant. However duty calls and since Apu was on his own last week, Jamie couldn't skip another shift without fear of retribution from Turtle or that spotted head guy.

Upon entering the store however he was immediately attacked by the store's security system and therefore spent a good portion of the day sitting on top of the counter or being chased by the robotic dog.

Today's Squishy Flavors are: Red, Grape Judas, Bubblegum

[open. OCD Free. Please feel free to mod Apu if you don't want to interact with Jamie.]

not_in_the_book

It was later in the evening; the dance went on.

[OCD is up!]

not_in_the_book

Not far from where the Skeleton Tea had been held earlier in the day, there was a tent that had been erected, with thiny, gauzy material and bone-like poles. ~~Not dirty.~~ The lights were soft as the evening grew darker, casting a welcoming, yet vaguely spooky illumination on the proceedings.

The proceedings of PROM.

One side of the tent was open, backing against a grove of trees; there were a few lights among them, but for the most part they offered shadowy nooks for anyone who wished to be a bit apart from the main action. The rest of the tent was enclosed, save for the entrance, and the same skeletons who'd worked the Tea earlier were at the refreshments table, ready and willing to serve any students or chaperones who approached. At one end of the table was the ballot box for prom court voting.

The music was just getting started, and the dance floor was yet to fill up, but regardless, Fandom High Prom 2008 was underway!

[~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! Have fun, everyone!]

fh-fillers.livejournal.com

Somewhere around dawn, a tent mysteriously appeared in the middle of the park. There was an air of mystery about it, and it was hard not to miss, and did we mention it was mysterious? Because it was.

Inside the tend was an equally mysterious fortuneteller, and you could tell she was a fortuneteller because of all the candles and the tarot cards and the crystal ball. Not many people travel with those things for fun and set them up in a tent, you know?

She'd be here probably all day, welcoming those who may be curious to get insight into their own futures...

redintraining.livejournal.com

Three sparkleballs were floating toward the causeway Friday afternoon, having received word from Dr. Manx that they were needed back at S.P.D. to test a method to change them back to normal.

Fortunately for them... or perhaps unfortunately... Fandom had other plans.

As they neared the causeway to meet their shuttle, there was a loud CRACK... and suddenly, three very confused and very naked S.P.D. Cadets lay sprawled on the ground. With a popping noise, a communicator fell down near Sky's left hand. There were several long moments of stunned silence; Sky, for his part, was struggling to not look at his teammates as he finally seized the communicator, screwed his eyes shut, and rang Kat. He was trying very hard not to growl as Cruger was wont to do- his voice came out rather flat and emotionless.

"Ah... Cadet Tate to Delta Base."

"What is it, Sky?" came Kat's concerned voice. "Is something the matter?"

"We... don't need the shuttle any more. We changed back," he explained.

"Wha- you changed back?!" Kat repeated, her voice a mixture of delight and shock. "How did it happen? Are all of you alright- in one piece?"

"Yes," said Sky. "We're all here. Just stark naked."

"... Come again?"

"We're all naked," Sky repeated. "And in public."

[Bestest teammates evar modded with permission.

You know what this means- STREAKING TIME! This post is completely open for any and all to come boggle at our unfortunate kids as they try and make their way back to their destinations. ~~Please wait for some minor OCD.~~ OCD is up, to keep things neat. Post is up early for SP of DOOM.]

Current Mood: apathetic

redintraining.livejournal.com

Sky got to work right on time, in spite of another near-sleepless night. Now on top of everything else swimming around in his head, he was worried about Teddy after talking to Chad, and because of the fact that he hadn't seen his little big brother in over a week. Sky really didn't feel like dressing in The Suit today- or ever again- but he also didn't want Mr. Manager to get upset with him (especially because, in the midst of everything, he'd forgotten his promise to pass out flyers during the week), so on the stupid thing was.

He was grumpy and cranky and wasted no time shooing Eddie and his girlfriend off the counter with the broom when he got there, then settled in to read a book and think some more.

( Menu~ )

Bluth's is open.

Current Mood: restless

redintraining.livejournal.com

There was a frozen banana stand, open for business for the day.

And there was a Sky.

Obediently dressed in a banana suit.

Wondering what on Earth had possessed him to agree to take this job.

( Menu~ )

Sky settled in, hoping feverishly that nobody was going to want a banana today. Which, he realized, meant the entire town was probably going to turn up.

[OCD is ~~forthcoming~~ here, OMG. Have at it.]

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.]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Another weekend, another bout of weirdness Anders had missed out on completely. Pity his weekends seemed to start out in this state of blissful unawareness that inevitably ended up completely dashed on Sunday nights, didn't it?

That was why Tino had taken to stashing a separate bottle of booze beneath the bar on Sunday nights. Just in case.

Not because he was being nice to Anders -- just because he wanted to be able to mock Anders for having to resort to it, see.

[[OOC ETA: Guys, a million apologies, but I'm crashing fairly soon and am too tired to keep up any more. Will try and pick up pings in the morning, or just assume Anders got distracted with other WTFery because it is INSANITY in the bar.]]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge is actually in quite a good mood as he bounces in to the ice cream parlor with Z in tow. Ordering himself a concoction involving peanut butter ice cream, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup, he finds a booth for the two of them and flops down. "I don't think I've ever actually been in here," he admits.

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 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

geniusdoctor.livejournal.com

Doogie was not at all happy about how the emergency clinic looked when he came in. There were too many people there, too many students, not to mention the baby, and he had a moment of feeling helpless before he pulled himself together and got down to business. There had to be something that could be done to help everyone.

[OCD of doom is up! I'm heading home right now, so if there are any problems, e-mail me at celestialnature@gmail.com and I'll fix them around 7:15 when I get home. Tags will be added then too.]

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian was upset when he found out one of the kids had died the day before and was pissed at himself for taking the day off. The island had been through a lot while he'd been here, but one of the kids dying was unacceptable. He was frustrated by his inability to reach anyone outside the island. No ordering more supplies, no consulting with contagious disease experts. If it had only been the adults sick he might have been trying to head for the hills to save his own ass, but he wasn't about to abandon the kids. They had to find a way to stop this. Especially because now a baby was sick.

[ooc: ~~Plz wait for the massive~~ OCD is up! Thursday mornings are a little crazy here, so I will probably be SP until noon or so. Comment notifications are off, so ping me in the OOC thread if you need me.

*pokes mods* Need tags for Harriet Jones and Grace Winchester, please!]

Current Mood: worried

geniusdoctor.livejournal.com

Doogie was in a somber mood as he made the rounds through the cot area and checked on the growing number of patients. The idea that someone could die from this sickness had occurred to him, but he wasn't expecting it to happen to one of the students. Needless to say, he was determined to not lose anyone else.

[OCD is up, come on in!]

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

Wilson had gotten a briefing from Troy before coming in today and had already shut down his OMGWTFPlllllaaaggggguuuuueee response in favor of being able to actually function as a doctor.

Slipping a mask over his mouth almost immediately, he grabbed up charts and began to walk through the cots, getting an update on everyone's status. Next up would be making sure the volunteers were organized and that people who were sitting bedside vigil were taking care of themselves ~~and not starting to show symptoms~~

[ooc: OCDS ~~will be coming presently~~ are up, you may now continue to enjoy your plague.]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

The Student Council had ~~handwavily~~ worked hard to put together a Parents' Weekend that couldn't be forgotten. And hopefully not because of invasions, animal transformations or strangely shaped fairies.

A good part of the Park was set up with brightly coloured tables and chairs for mingling, relaxing, or simply watching the rare idyllic peace of a small pond.

To the left is the registration table, where the all-important name tag can be received while to the right is tables of delicious food and drink all under the watchful eye of Security.

Above everything waved a banner proclaiming in big blue and gold letters: WELCOME FRIENDS AND FAMILY OF FANDOM ISLAND!

[OOC: There's now a second part of the picnic for browser-friendliness.

OCD for this post to get to threads: Registration Desk, Security, Food and Drink, Mingling]

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]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

More Homecoming Carnival action!

[[OOC: ETA: Links to threads for those whose browsers can't open the whole post:

Kissing Booths
Dunk Tanks
Pie Tossing
OOC

The Homecoming Carnival is open to all residents of Fandom. Weather modding says that any showers predicted for today will miss the island completely. It is a lovely fall day, if a bit warm. This is post number two. It has the kissing booth, dunk tank and pie throwing. Please don't comment until the target pings in. The first post is here. OCD is up! Have fun!]]

notclueful

Cher wasn't behind the counter much today. No, she was looking through appropriate homecomingwear. It was her first real social event here. She didn't want a date, because that would put forth the wrong image that she needed one, but still, she felt obligated to look her absolute best. In fact, she would happily spend way more energy on that last part.

( cut for image )

She was still able to hear anyone who might come in, though.

Current Mood: excited

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

The Cheerleader vs. Football Player Water Fight!

After lunch, the cheerleaders and flag football players assembled in the park for the ~~crackiest~~ coolest water fight ever. There were a variety of super soakers, tiny hideable water guns, and some means of refilling.

When people seemed mostly there, John clapped his hands together and said a few words of encouragement, "Grab your guns and get with the soaking!"

[ooc: Yes, stealing outright. Have no problem with this. No rules, just right. ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! ~~or Buffy will hurt me~~]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

About a half an hour before the normal dinner time, the Pizza Planet shut it's doors and put up a sign:

CLOSED FOR PRIVATE PARTY
(Still open for deliveries)

Some decorations went up and about a half an hour later, another sign was put in the window:

CHEERLEADERS WELCOME!

[[OOC: Post is closed for cheerleader bonding, but people can still get pizza delivered if they so desire.]]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Siegfried, Roy and their white tiger were in the park, prepared to put on a Very Important Show.

Well, if the tiger wouldn't keep running off. And...beeping. What the hell was that about anyway?

Ah, gremlin bites. Luke and Gavin were going to unhappy tomorrow, but for now...

Siegfried turned to Roy. "Are ve ready?"

Artoo, who was not a tiger, made another run for it.

[OOC: Open to all! Come witness the humiliation!]

Current Mood: accomplished

bigdamnprincipal

School in ruins = picnic in the park.
Food, check. Nametags, check. Glitter, check. Sibling list, check.
New people, yay!

[~~WAIT FOR THE OCD PLEASE.~~ Mini-OCD is done, woo! This is part two of the picnic, for general mingling. Part one is happening simultaneously here, in an effort to keep browsers from breaking for as long as possible. *g* Both posts are open to everyone.]

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!!!!]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

No matter what the weather was on the mainland, the weather over the Fandom had warmed up to a beautiful spring evening, just perfect for a night of dancing.

A large tent had been set up in the park and it glowed with the soft light of what seemed like a million small white lights. The path leading up to the tent crossed a small bridge and then split, one walkway leading up to the tent, the other leading to the pond where a small dock had been set up. Two gondolas were waiting to take anyone who wished to go on a ride around the pond.

Inside the tent, numerous colorful backdrops made it seem like the students had been transported to Saint Mark's Square. The only thing missing were the pigeons.

Off to one side stood a table with a box for the final votes for the Prom Court.

It was time for Prom 2007.

[OOC: Up early for Slow-play. ~~Please wait for the extensive OCD.~~ Have at it!]

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