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Aug. 13th, 2007
OOC: Hiatus desu desu desu
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coxinsox.livejournal.comHi all,
So as most but probably not all of you know, I'm leaving for Japan in... a couple of hours, actually, my goodness. I'm going to be gone for the next three-and-change weeks and until then my internet access is going to be pretty sporadic, so to make things simple I'm just going to go on hiatus.
Dr. Cox, Francis Abernathy, Mohinder Suresh, Jim Halpert and Anthony Crowley are all, for individual but important reasons, getting on a plane to New York; Robb Stark is going to accidentally sneak into Crowley's car while on a hunting spree and get dragged along for the ride. En route they run into a thunderstorm and the plane goes down! Luckily, everyone makes it out okay, but they're all going to be stranded on a desert island for the next month.
Constable Fraser will catch wind of the missing persons and set out intrepidly to find the lot of them. Unfortunately, he'll run into the same thunderstorm (it is very stubborn) and land on the same island.
Don't worry, they'll all be okay -- Crowley's going to build them a house to last them until they can get some help.
Geoffrey Tennant is entrenching himself deep in the dungeons so he can work on the play in peace. When I manage to get some access I will put a post up for that sometime while I'm gone! If you want to do play-related posts in the meantime, feel free, please!
DEATH and Jordan Sullivan are now both popcorn, and may they enjoy it very much. DEATH's journal is adoptable if anyone wants it.
I think that takes care of all of my characters... I'll be on email and possibly even in IRC sporadically, I hope, because I think I'll go crazy if I don't get to talk to anyone for the next month. *crosses fingers* But just in case, have a great August, and I will see you in September!
Love,
APN
So as most but probably not all of you know, I'm leaving for Japan in... a couple of hours, actually, my goodness. I'm going to be gone for the next three-and-change weeks and until then my internet access is going to be pretty sporadic, so to make things simple I'm just going to go on hiatus.
Dr. Cox, Francis Abernathy, Mohinder Suresh, Jim Halpert and Anthony Crowley are all, for individual but important reasons, getting on a plane to New York; Robb Stark is going to accidentally sneak into Crowley's car while on a hunting spree and get dragged along for the ride. En route they run into a thunderstorm and the plane goes down! Luckily, everyone makes it out okay, but they're all going to be stranded on a desert island for the next month.
Constable Fraser will catch wind of the missing persons and set out intrepidly to find the lot of them. Unfortunately, he'll run into the same thunderstorm (it is very stubborn) and land on the same island.
Don't worry, they'll all be okay -- Crowley's going to build them a house to last them until they can get some help.
Geoffrey Tennant is entrenching himself deep in the dungeons so he can work on the play in peace. When I manage to get some access I will put a post up for that sometime while I'm gone! If you want to do play-related posts in the meantime, feel free, please!
DEATH and Jordan Sullivan are now both popcorn, and may they enjoy it very much. DEATH's journal is adoptable if anyone wants it.
I think that takes care of all of my characters... I'll be on email and possibly even in IRC sporadically, I hope, because I think I'll go crazy if I don't get to talk to anyone for the next month. *crosses fingers* But just in case, have a great August, and I will see you in September!
Love,
APN
Unpopcorning Inara Serra
Aug. 13th, 2007 08:18 amraiseyourglass.livejournal.comCompared to Reavers, buttery oil isn’t so bad, all things considered. In a room that was very quiet, suddenly there was a loud pop, with a beautiful woman landing with a thud on the floor. For a few moments, she is quiet, slowly waking up and attempting to move. Then, she’s moving, her back arching a little as she tries to get her bearings. Her appearance almost looks like a foal, her body adjusting after being a kernel so long, her body matted down with butter.
When she’s finally up on her feet, she looks around, very confused. Her eyes travel down to her dress. Simple, blue, and probably ruined due to the sticky mess that was now covering her from head to toe. Her eyes then moved up to the plaque, looking at it, raising an eyebrow. Most were names she didn’t recognize, but she did see a few she knew, one or two at least.
The popcorn room, she thinks to herself. I became popcorned? She tries to smile, but it is difficult, when her clothes are sticking to her like a second skin, worse than water. Her hair feels matted and disgusting, and what she wouldn’t do for a shower right now. Even Serenity’s showers would be livable. She wonders how she got to be like this, how did she become a kernel in the first place, her memory isn’t really serving her.
”Wo de tian a,” Inara muttered.
ooc: Wo de tian a = Dear God in heaven. I had applied to unpopcorn Inara a long time ago. Not really sure what happened, but I never did. And I've had Em: Jack Harkness/Mal Reynolds player harassing me ever since. So, to appease hershut her the hell up, here comes Inara. Hi! OOC information about me will be in Inara's journal.
When she’s finally up on her feet, she looks around, very confused. Her eyes travel down to her dress. Simple, blue, and probably ruined due to the sticky mess that was now covering her from head to toe. Her eyes then moved up to the plaque, looking at it, raising an eyebrow. Most were names she didn’t recognize, but she did see a few she knew, one or two at least.
The popcorn room, she thinks to herself. I became popcorned? She tries to smile, but it is difficult, when her clothes are sticking to her like a second skin, worse than water. Her hair feels matted and disgusting, and what she wouldn’t do for a shower right now. Even Serenity’s showers would be livable. She wonders how she got to be like this, how did she become a kernel in the first place, her memory isn’t really serving her.
”Wo de tian a,” Inara muttered.
ooc: Wo de tian a = Dear God in heaven. I had applied to unpopcorn Inara a long time ago. Not really sure what happened, but I never did. And I've had Em: Jack Harkness/Mal Reynolds player harassing me ever since. So, to appease her
spinmybuzzer.livejournal.comIt was Homestar's favorite time of year. Next to Decemberween, of course. That's right, it was time to trick-or-treat. Strong Bad had said so, and Strong Bad would never lie to Homestar.
And so, dressed up as Captain Marko Ramius and paper bag in hand (so to speak), Homestar was roaming the tent village. He was so going to get a ton of candy this year. This was going to be the best Halloween ever. Seriously.
((I think Homestar's early. If you want to be pestered for candy, just make a post, and Homestar will come knock on your door. Feel free to point out that he's a couple months early. He probably won't believe you anyway. Permission given for Strong Bad's lie.))
And so, dressed up as Captain Marko Ramius and paper bag in hand (so to speak), Homestar was roaming the tent village. He was so going to get a ton of candy this year. This was going to be the best Halloween ever. Seriously.
((I think Homestar's early. If you want to be pestered for candy, just make a post, and Homestar will come knock on your door. Feel free to point out that he's a couple months early. He probably won't believe you anyway. Permission given for Strong Bad's lie.))
Open RP: Party at cluster three!
Aug. 13th, 2007 06:53 pmredballerina.livejournal.com((Takes place shortly after this. Open to all, but especially Chiana, Bombalurina, Jack Hodgins, Bun-Bun, Jack Sparrow, Jadzia Dax, Strong Bad and Strong Sad.))
The search for a party had gone badly. Apparently people were still too befuddled about their new state of holy matrimony to really indulge in drinking just yet, so Chiana and Bombalurina had returned to their own cluster, settling down by the hot-tub together with Chiana's lovely bottle of spiced rum. There was significantly less of it now than there had been half an hour earlier.
Bomba was feeling light-headed and rather giggly. It was not a common feeling for her, but during the circumstances it was doubtlessly a pleasant one. She'd be able to deal with this whole arranged marriage a lot better while intoxicated, even though her spouse was actually a rather nice chick with a lot of really great opinions... Not that Bombalurina could really remember most of Chiana's opinions, but yeah, they were very insightful and clever, evenso!
They were sitting there taking turns in drinking the rum, and soon the redhead found it in her to wave on a House-elf. Ordering them around was second nature to her by now, and she commanded it to find them music and some more of that, wossname... Rum thing. Mm. Rum.
Soon the area around the hot-tub was... well, not jumping. That took more than just two people. But there were two gorgeous women there, at least one definitely tipsy, and there was a boom-box and alcohol. A House-elf had accepted the role of DJ-ing, even, and played music loudly enough to attract more people... Hopefully, in Bomba's opinion, these people would bring more booze.
The search for a party had gone badly. Apparently people were still too befuddled about their new state of holy matrimony to really indulge in drinking just yet, so Chiana and Bombalurina had returned to their own cluster, settling down by the hot-tub together with Chiana's lovely bottle of spiced rum. There was significantly less of it now than there had been half an hour earlier.
Bomba was feeling light-headed and rather giggly. It was not a common feeling for her, but during the circumstances it was doubtlessly a pleasant one. She'd be able to deal with this whole arranged marriage a lot better while intoxicated, even though her spouse was actually a rather nice chick with a lot of really great opinions... Not that Bombalurina could really remember most of Chiana's opinions, but yeah, they were very insightful and clever, evenso!
They were sitting there taking turns in drinking the rum, and soon the redhead found it in her to wave on a House-elf. Ordering them around was second nature to her by now, and she commanded it to find them music and some more of that, wossname... Rum thing. Mm. Rum.
Soon the area around the hot-tub was... well, not jumping. That took more than just two people. But there were two gorgeous women there, at least one definitely tipsy, and there was a boom-box and alcohol. A House-elf had accepted the role of DJ-ing, even, and played music loudly enough to attract more people... Hopefully, in Bomba's opinion, these people would bring more booze.
Cluster 8 - Open RP!
Aug. 13th, 2007 07:44 pmtartan-pussy.livejournal.comMarried! Of all the things Minerva had been in her life, married was not one of them. At least Dumbledore was in the same cluster of tents as her. She set out to find him and hopefully run into her new husband along the way.
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