What: A formal holiday ball
When: Saturday, December 19th

Please contact Betty Draper for more details at 555-BETS.


((okay NOW I'm on hiatus.))

Students. Teachers. It's almost the end of the week, and I have heard some very disturbing things.

Kids, do you all know about gossip? Gossip is when you spread rumors that may or may not be true. Imagine if you will, someone speculated that you were a witch. Instead of simply asking that person, now you'll never know.

Alright. You kids have a terrific Thursday!

((and with that I'm off on hiatus! Assume that announcements will continue, all hand waved and such.))

Jessica needed to get out more.

It was something she decided after way too many days sitting in her room, not doing much of anything. She realized, during these boring days, that she'd been in this weird place for quite a few months now, and she still barely knew anybody in it. Sure, there were the people from home. And there were the other vampires she had met, too. They were interesting.

But there was something that was severely lacking in her life. Friends. People her age. She missed her girlfriends from back home, when she was human. Sookie was the closest thing she had to that, but she really wanted some teenagers to talk to.

Hopefully they wouldn't be too freaked out by a vampire.

So, one evening, Jessica made her way out into the village, on the lookout for some people to talk to.

[catch her anywhere you want! she needs friends!]

After work Greg went to the cafe and ordered a chicken salad sandwich and hot tea. He didn't even realize what he had ordered until it arrived and it made him frown. Maybe he should try and visit Gabriel, but the shop had looked closed when he walked by at lunch. Not that he was checking up on the watchmaker, at least that's what he told himself.

Sighing he only at about half his sandwich before heading back out into the rain. At least it had been a slow day although he wasn't sure he needed all that free time to think. He hadn't had any more nightmares that left him screaming, but his dreams were still staying with him longer than normal. Something was tickling him at the back of his head and he couldn't understand why.

He thought about going home, but then decided now was as good as time as any to do a little Christmas shopping. It was far more preferable than sitting around letting his mind wander back to the current chaos in his head.




{{Catch him on the street or in a shop.}}

Hercules was done. Xena was gone. The Bard was gone. Even Hercules' side-kick Blondie was gone. She'd never really admit it, but she missed them. Missed home. Though she didn't miss certain people, specially Hera, and she would zap anyone for even implying that she might. At least there was love in the air - thanks to her, of course.

Aphrodite sighed as she sat in her temple looking over a scrool that didn't, from the lackluster expresson on her face, appear to be particularly interesting. Another one of those 'I wish he could come with me' requests. Didn't they know how hard it was to grant those sort of wishes?

The goddess placed the scroll down and leaned back on the over-stuffed, pink couch. She needed another back rub or something.

Oranges. Mini-oranges. They were an incredible thing and a marvelous invention. Whoever thought about miniature oranges deserved some sort of reward. Not a big reward, mind you, and certainly nothing out of the Sheriff's pocket. After all, one didn't want the peasants feeling too good about themselves, did they?

Vaisey held a mini-orange in his hand, others stuffed and hidden aware in his various pockets. He peeled away the rind as he walked down the street, tossing the orange peel over his shoulder when he was done. Pulling a slice out of the ball in his hand, he began to munch away. Open mouth and everything.

Good morning! I trust you all had a pleasant night.

Let's talk about college. Are you going? Are you not? Maybe you'd like to go so you can spend the rest of your life being a banker or something equally stimulating. And I know in this village it's a little hard to stay motivated since you'll all go back to the real world once this is over and nothing you've done here will transfer over. Bummer isn't it folks? But think about this: You'll already know so much that you can test out of all your freshman classes and go to the head of the class. How about that, huh? And then, I imagine you'll graduate magna-cum-whatever it is and you will have done it because you got a head start here in the village.

So I encourage you to go see the career counselor*. Not me, the career counselor, and she...or he, I'm not sure which, will help get you on the right path.

That's all, and have a whimsical Wednesday!

((*NPC))

For scifibigbang.

The long awaited story that has been eating my time up. Now, hopefully back to the regularly scheduled Roleplaying.

yappichick

Current Mood: accomplished

In the blink of an eye, Dwayne Hoover went from his quiet (literally) calm self to a complete wreck as he felt his entire world crumbling all around him. He thought he had it all planned out. He thought he had everything figured out. He had taken measures to muster up the discipline he would need to one day accomplish his goal to become a test pilot in the Navy. But that was never going to be.

"You can't fly jets in the Navy if you're colorblind," Uncle Frank had said to him back in the bus. That one simple sentence was enough to result in Dwayne losing control of everything. His efforts were all for naught. What else did he have to look forward to anymore? What will his purpose be if he cannot pursue this one simple dream? He wasn't asking for riches, or fame, or popularity. He only wanted to fly, although based on how things have turned out for him, even that seemed to be asking for too much.

Exhausted and short of breath, his face red and hot from crying, Dwayne remained where he was on the desolate plain, too downtrodden to move, too ashamed to face his family again after the things he had just said to them out of sheer anger.

He felt defeated.

( Perhaps this was purgatory... )

Violet's not too drab of a name, I've heard of worse. Really.

Follows this thread.

The library is empty early, so I can be closed just a little before eight. The assistance of Hugo helped greatly, and I am very grateful. If only I do not make a fool of myself this evening.

Do I take her to the restaurant that changes? What if it is something strange? Or is that too like what I did with Sophie? The cafe is fine, but not quite what I'd like. Going to the restaurant and bar at the hotel might make her think that I'm being too forward.

She makes me feel so strange. I do not love her, but it reminds me of how I felt with Buffy and Sophie. I want it to go well, I want her to like me. I barely know her, so what is it? Well, I can at least look calm on the outside even if I'm nervous inside.

Follows this thread between Faramir and Denethor.

My son, I wish to speak with you. I met with Faramir and have done as you asked. As soon as you are ready, I am waiting.

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Hey Molly! The good witch needs to know your birthday so she can give us protective magic! So when's your birthday? I mean, I need to know when to throw a party anyway. :)

With one joint tucked behind his ear and a few extras tucked in his pocket, Lennox led the way into the common area of the Hamlet, Eddie in tow. It wasn't much of a tradition in that they didn't pick a particular day or week to do this, but it was nice in its familiarity. Lennox, Eddie, a couple of joints and probably a night of crazy conversations would follow, but Lennox sure as hell wouldn't have it any other way.

With another baby on the way, he knew Eddie was going to get busier, too. He knew they probably wouldn't be able to escape as often and he was okay with that, because the baby was a lot more important than getting stoned. That didn't mean he wasn't going to enjoy it right now, though.

"Here, man," he said, offering Eddie one of the joints as he flopped down at one of the picnic tables. "Got some matches around here, too. Somewhere."

Quinn hated having to call in sick to work. She hadn't been in the village very long and it seemed like such a flaky thing to do, but her stomach had turned on her earlier than usual that morning, and she'd spent a good few hours in the bathroom. After laying on the floor for a while, cheek pressed to the cool tiles, she'd decided this was more than just the baby (which she still had yet to tell anyone about) and had messaged Mr. Taylor to let him know she wasn't going to make it to work. There was no point in getting everybody else sick, right?

She'd opened the door a bit to let in fresh air, it was too cold outside to actually open the window, before collapsing back onto the bed. After an hour of staring up at the ceiling, she realized sleep wasn't going to come. Not right now, at least. Glancing down at her stomach, just barely starting to show and not when she was laying in this position, she started absently running one hand back and forth over it, humming under her breath.

Current Mood: sick

I'm sorry to have to do this to you, and on such notice, but I'm not going to make it in to work today. I woke up sick really early this morning and it's not going away. I'm sorry, but I'll pick up extra shifts when I'm feeling better.

Current Mood: nauseated

Hi, Leslie! You don't know me, but my name is Cassie Blake. I'm in Mr. Vaughn's French class, and he asked me if I could help you and your friend Molly with Principal Sylvester. I'm making something special for you guys, but I need to know when Molly's birthday is to finish it. Do you know when it is?

The door to room 209 was open, but good luck trying to actually enter the place. A rickety folding table blocked off much of the entrance to the room Walter shared with his son. Not entirely sticking out into the second floor hallway; those traversing the space could still easily sweep around it, but it was difficult to entirely ignore it. Sitting on the top of the table was a small scaled representation of the village constructed from children's blocks. Haurvatat was laid out on the table, in crude wooden shapes. Oh, yes, there were even little people, represented by plastic Lego figures standing in the middle of the cobblestone streets. Not specific individuals, but simply anonymous villagers going about their day. A woman taking her dog for a walk. A man hefting a bag overflowing with groceries.

However, scattered among the Lego people and the wooden buildings were shapes cut out of red and green tissue paper. Some were round; others square. Some were taped to specific buildings. The hotel had a square shape and a shape resembling a sunburst or a dandelion, all jagged edges jutting along its curved outline. And darting around the table was Walter, roll of tape in one hand and layers of tissue in the other, in the middle of completing...whatever it was that he was attempting to complete.

[ooc: will be slow as I'm at work. Thread w/ Juliet occurs last]

She was afraid for her friend, but she'd be lying if she said it didn't feel good to be useful. Diana was cuddled close to her chest as she walked to the cafe, intent on getting food for both her and John. They were camped out in her room, keeping an eye on River who was still resting. She'd get something for River too, just in case, except the woman was in and out of consciousness because of the sedative.

The worry was clear on Carolyn's face, but she didn't look bad, just intent, concerned, one arm settled under Diana's warm little body to steady her as she walked. She was just hoping she didn't run into the Doctor anytime soon, both because she'd want to punch the Time Lord, but also because River seemed to think he was dangerous.