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sairis posting in

Sairis had no idea what all the singing was about today, or why the hell he was singing things he didn't even know, but whatever was going on, it didn't seem to be malicious.

It was just really annoying. Especially since singing about "whistling while you work" didn't do much good when you were terrible at whistling a tune.

He scowled at the chair. "Don't judge me, or I'll reupholster you. You'd look good in plain brown leather."

But the shop was open, even if it was musical today.

carbsliftthespirit posting in

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There was a sign on the door to the Home Ec room today:

CLASS CANCELED
No one wants to hear me sing!

You could learn about soup...well, no, not next week. Week after next.

throughaphase posting in

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Kitty would have thought she'd have escaped the weirdness today, until she got to work and started setting up for the day.

"Closing time, one last call for alcohol
So, finish your whiskey or beer
Closing time, you don't have to go home
But you can't stay here

She got through the whole song and immediately stopped what she was doing. Maybe she didn't want to be at work today? Just maybe?

[open anyway!]

sith_happened posting in

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Anakin arrived in class looking a little hunted--a day devoted to singing when one's wife was not, say, musically gifted, was a bit of a trial before enough coffee was ingested. (And Rory's song about coffee had long and included inexplicable choreography.) "Hello," he said, choosing his words carefully.

Ahoksa had mostly been dealing with melancholy introspective pieces so far. "Sometimes, if you're unsure of a course of action, it pays to look outside of yourself."

"Today in particular let's you hear what mood you are sending into the universe," Anakin agreed.

"For example, if your actions are resulting in an ominous leitmotif." Some kind of military march with kettle-bells, maybe. "Then possibly it's not such a great idea."

Some people were just iconic, okay?

"And if you combine singing with some manner of horrifying romantic overture," Anakin added, "try to keep the object of you affection in mind. They might not be prepared for a huge declaration in, say, the middle of the road today."

"A huge, awkward declaration." Because when all was said and done, they were both space monks.

"So our ethical question is, should you bear witness to someone singing, should you record it or pretend like it didn't happen? Does it depend on the song?" Anakin asked.

"Do you respect their privacy and dignity?" There was a noticeably aghast silence from the bush that had totally always been in the corner of the room at the very idea. "Does your answer change if you like the person? If you don't like them?"

suitably_heroic posting in

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"You may push me around
But you cannot win
You may throw me down
But I'll rise again
The more you say
The more I defy you
So get out of my face!"

The door slammed shut behind him.

The baristas - and what few customers were in this time of day - looked up at him, blinking.

Jack slowly lowered his arms and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "What are you looking at?" he said defensively. "Have you never been through singing day before? Congratulations!"

Everyone turned back to their beverages.

"You'd think at least now the place would let me sing my own karking songs," he grumbled, and walked up to the counter. "Woo! Yeah!"

Of all the days for this to hit, it would just have to be when he finally had a moment to stop by again, huh?

[[ open for both your Atton and Atton-free perk needs ]]

not_a_haint

This would probably wind up being one of Caleb's "thinkin' Places". The view out at the bay with a bit of the preserve was pretty, there were benches, and if he was really broody, he could lean against the railing dramatically. And today he was definitely extra broody.

He'd been somewhat marathoning some movies he'd checked out from the library. Mostly Disney animated features but on impulse he'd also checked out an epic about the Titanic. All his other thoughts about the film aside, there was one line in particular that affected him.

“I don't even have a picture of him.”

He was going to need to journal about this but first he wanted to ruminate on the memories and feelings that had stirred up. He hadn't heard Arden's broadcast yet so it was a bit of a surprise when music started playing out of nowhere.

( And he started to sing: )

Huh.

"Dunno where y'are Grace but I hope you're livin' th' way you dreamed. You'd have loved this place I reckon."

[The post she is open]

Current Mood: lonely
Current Music: CJ Starnes-Hummingbirds

my_own_advocate posting in

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There were many Fandom events that just sort of passed Lucifer by. Sometimes because they couldn't touch their celestial nature. Sometimes because-- well, when you already spoke the truth and you were already prone to bursting out into song, did you really notice when the island made you slightly more prone to do so?

He hadn't been.

Until Father's little musical meltdown a few years ago.

"And I w-- No," he snapped, irritably. "No, no, no. No more musical-- no more, no more sweet music-- I swear to Me, Dad, if this is you again--"

Tiny, meanwhile, was behind the bar, doing a very faithful rendition of 'Cups' as he cleaned the. Well. Cups.

[[ open ]]

joan_of_bark posting in

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There was a song stuck in Pam's head. It hadn't been there when she left Gotham in the morning, but it had popped into her mind the moment she spotted the flowering plant sitting on a shelf by the bath products, and--

"So I'll continue to continue... to pretend, my life-- will never end..."

Ugh. What was that. Simon and Garfunkel? Oh well. She moved the plant on the shelf, to make sure it got more sunlight, and--

And flowers never bend with the rainfall..."

Oh well. She wasn't really a music person, but she supposed Harley must have been in some kind of mood that morning. Maybe she just hadn't noticed the radio?

[[ open ]]

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

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Hey there Fandom, what up, it's ya girl Arden Finch here giving you all the information that you could want about yesterdays shenanigans. Now then, let's grab these these notes and buckle your seatbelts because--

All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio blah, blah
Radio, what's new?
Radio, someone still loves you

Oh. Oh [BLEEP]. Okay, island, we're interrupting your regular news to bring you this important news bulletin: Today is a singing day. I repeat, today is a singing day. Be very careful about who you see and talk to today because goddess only knows what you'll end up singing about.

Ooooooooooookaaaaaaaay, let's see how fast we can make this. We start with Schoooooooooool's out for summer! No it isn't! It's still winter! Augh! Anyway, we had Squirrel! meet at the Atlas gym and did some working out to help us focus. *long pause* Okay, didn't bust into a song about fitness or anything, cool. Then there was Beginning Gourmet Cooking-- *long pause* --where we learned about chocolate by going to the Swiss home of milk chocolate and holy [b][BLEEP] if that wasn't the best class ever.

*long pause* Okaaaaaay? Cool, no singing, let's move on to--

No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's
Dirty looks...

Are the squirrels somehow in charge of this? Are they? Because this feels, like, hella targeted to drive me crazy. Anyway, no [Dorms] but in Town--

The boys are back in town, the boys are back in town
I said, the boys are back in town, the boys are back in town
The boys are back in town, the boys are back in town
The boys are back in town, the boys are back in town

*muffled screech* As I said, An. Y. Way, Caleb was lingering over his coffee at Furnado and--

'Cause I want to live like animals
Careless and free (like animals)
I want to live
I want to run through the jungle
The wind in my hair and the sand at my feet...

Well...not entirely wrong, but for [BLEEP]'s sake, island, can I PLEASE get through these last few notes? Okay? Okay! Vi! Magpie Emporium! Visited by Steph! Movie Theater 3000! Captain Barnes moved candy to discount bin! And last, Clinic! Professor James brought pizza! There! Fine! Done! We can all go--

I know that I can't take no more
It ain't no lie
I want to see you out that door
Baby, bye, bye, bye (bye, bye)
Don't wanna be a fool for you
Just another player in your game for two
You may hate me, but it ain't no lie
Baby, bye, bye, bye (bye, bye)
Don't really want to make it tough
I just wanna tell you that I've had enough
It might sound crazy, but it ain't no lie
Baby, bye, bye, bye

*door opening noise* [Bleep] this, I'm out. God all those songs are like a billion years old anyway, what the f-- *door slam*

*several moments of dead air*

CLICK

stykera posting in

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Stark had promised pizza this week and since no parts of the island were changing shape while he walked on them he was following through on that. Nothing fancy, just a couple of pizzas and some sodas instead of the usual coffees. Something different for the day.

"I brought lunch," he said. "Like I said I would. I can get coffees as well, if anyone needs one, but there's pizza. Cheese. And veggies on the other." He wasn't sure if anyone was vegetarian though he was reasonably certain none of them were vegan based on coffee orders. "No crab, of course."

Stabby gave an approving nod. Which was neat when you considered crabs had no necks.

"So. Let's eat? Unless there's something I need to do first."

The clinic was open, smelled like pizza, and the alien was in.

suitably_heroic

Time came and went again. It was so much slower these days than Jack remembered it ever being, and yet so much faster. Music gigs, and work gigs, and just gigs, they passed on by at a rapid pace, slowing down towards the evenings and the mornings when he and Dane settled into a slow and comfortable routine.

Sitting here, it felt as if someone had hit the fast-forward button and life had rushed on past until it had suddenly stopped, jarring, in this tiny cramped burrito place buried in someone’s basement somewhere in Manhattan, blinking against the too-bright lights while Jill talked and the night slowed to a crawl outside. Like he was some kind of time traveler, lost out of time, staring at his–

Hand?

He really needed to stop philosophizing.

“Jack?” Jill said, doing her wise drummer-squint at him over the remains of her veggie burrito. “You doing okay there?”

“Yeah,” he said, and dropped his barbacoa-soaked mess into the sad little puddle of hot sauce at the bottom of his plate. “Sorry. I haven’t been sleeping enough lately, my head’s doing that thing where I lose track of the fabric of space-time completely. It’ll come back to me, I’m sure.”

( Anyway, I think I want to see how the summer works out... )

[[ can be open for phone calls et al ]]

heroic_jawline posting in

fandomhigh_ooc

This year, we're cruising through the Greek islands in the summer because we can change the time of year if we want to do, there's two feet of snow on the ground in Ottawa, and I am FREEZING.

We're going to be 10ish people to a yacht, exploring Athens and the Saronic Islands:

Heck yeah.

So sign up here (with or without a roomie) and we'll get you sorted out before our fake trip begins on Sunday!

sharp_man posting in

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"Last week, we began working with gelatin," Hannibal said when everybody met him at Portalocity. "We will work a bit further with it in future, but this week, we shall be working with something else interesting and topical - chocolate. And because there is only so much to teach about it without seeing where it comes from, we will have another field trip."

He waved them through the portal - to Maison Cailler.

"Welcome to Broc, Switzerland. Maison Cailler is Switzerland's oldest brand, and considered by many to be the original home of milk chocolate. We will have a tour here, followed by a class taught by one of their chocolatiers. It will last several hours, but I've arranged portals so you won't miss the rest of the day back home, either. So, please enjoy the history, smells, and tastes of chocolate, pay attention in the class, and then we'll have some time in their store before we head back to the island."

intheeyeofthebeholding posting in

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Class was meeting at the gym today, and when they showed up, they'd find Jon in trainers and a track suit, looking pained.

"Apparently one thing that helps focus is exercise. More than just walking. So we're going to try that." He sighed. "Look, I can't pretend I'm any good at this sort of thing, but if it helps, we might as well try it."

He waved to the (overly, if you asked him) cheerful coach, who walked them through a series of exercises and showed them how to use the machines. Then Jon waved them at the place. "Go on and...do whatever."

[Gym used with permission!]

shapethecentury posting in

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NOW SHOWING
"Beloved Classic"

If Bucky ever actually made it into the auditorium, he was probably going to have some questions. As it was, though, he was shifting the Valentine's candy into the discount section in the concessions stand.

While continuing to mentally grumble to himself about the amount of themed candy in the present day.

throughaphase posting in

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Morning! It's Kitty here with yesterday's news, and I'm running kind of late so let's make it quick.

At the museum, Gregorith was dancing around while working.

...And that was quick! Bye!

giveittoyoursister posting in

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Vi was looking exceptionally pleased with herself as she tidied around the counter today, almost like she'd had an extremely satisfying weekend. Because, well, she had.

Saffron, conversely was in the mother of all sulks, for she had been abandoned not only by her humans, but also the traitorous Little Bot (for, like, an hour at most). Woe for Saffron. Woe and betrayal.

not_a_haint posting in

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"*yawn*, mornin' critters."

Caleb hadn't slept entirely well the night before so he was a little more tired than usual when he started his shift, which meant that his routine of simply going through and checking on everyone took a bit longer, as he was lingering on his cup of coffee. He saw that whoever was in charge of naming them was on a mythology kick.

"Slepnir huh?"

joan_of_bark posting in

fandomhigh_ooc

Hello, folks! This is your reminder that tomorrow, February 17th is Once More With Fandom! That means characters can burst out into song unexpectedly - whether they're singing already-made songs or songs of your own devising is, of course, up to you.

mustbeawitch posting in

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You seem to be mistaken. I did this yesterday. I believe it is Mr. Stark's turn today.

*chittering*

What do you mean, 'indisposed?'...well, fine, then, don't tell me. Something to do with the holiday yesterday, I suppose. *sigh* Good morning, everyone! It is once again I, Miss Lydia Bennet, and I see that from the paucity of the notes provided to me the squirrels have not indulged my request for all the juicy details on your romantic liaisons yesterday. I suffer so cruelly. Still, one must soldier on, and soldier on we shall! I've only notes from the town, I'm afraid, so you shall have to imagine the happenings at the dormitory for yourself, although I can confirm they included some of the floral deliveries. Elsewhere, Mr. Raiden defended the decadence of brunch against healthy incursion at Over Easy, and Mr. James Stark had trouble choosing between the dishes on offer. And finally, at Mr. Blackwood's house, he and Miss Skywalker--oh! Well. I am sure they had a lovely morning. But that does seem to be the last of my notes, so I shall bid you farewell, dear listeners, until next time!

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I'm good at shooting people, cracking wise, and pretending to know how to fight.

And now I come in, saying something suitably heroic.

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Infinite Consortium, Tuesday

Feeding Yourself 101, Tuesday, First Period

Caritas- Tuesday

Ethics, Tuesday, February 17, 2026

The Perk, Tuesday Afternoon

The Boardwalk, Tuesday around noon

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

Pick Your Poison, Tuesday

Fandom Radio, Tuesday, February 17th

Fandom Clinic, Monday 2/16

A Burrito Place, Manhattan, Monday Evening

SPRING BREAK FEB 22-28th

Beginning Gourmet Cooking Techniques, period two

Squirrel! Period one

Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Monday

Fandom Radio- Monday, February 16

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [16/02]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Monday Feb. 16

Reminder: Once More With Fandom!

Fandom Radio, Sunday, February 15

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