(and, after much grumping about crass advertisements, at the community center and school...wherever notifications go.)

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It was that K hated kids. Not at all. Then again he didn't exactly like kids either.

Let's face it. K's a complicated man.

So when the post office opened early this morning it was with a sense of trepidation and a sign on the entrance stating that in no way that meta for Rugrats stamps were available for purchase ( Read more... )

Sometime during the day, posters started going up for the event on Saturday.

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Elena wasn't very skilled artistically, so she had done the best she could with the posters that she'd promised Ino she would make, for the party ( Read more... )

New people on the island, new and slightly less girly posters. Slightly. Francine was not immune to eyerolling.

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Early enough in the morning that normal people would glare and throw a pillow at Francine if she wasn't polite enough to be quiet about getting up and out of the dorms, posters began appearing, first in the dorm building, then around town.

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A number of posters went up around town at the same time as some others went up around the cabins.

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Today would prove that sometimes it was smart not to annoy the troopers. Or that when one made a mess, you should clean it up yourself and not wait for Ralph to do it. At least, that was the lesson the sheriff would learn from this. Well, one could hope he would anyway.

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Hovering above the main school gates was the Vice Principal upon a flying chariot led by undead horses. "Residents of Fandom!" His voice boomed loud enough to reach every building on the island. Godly voices were handy like that. "This is Hades. Lord Hades to you. Here's the thing. There's now a huge, gaping hole linking Fandom and the Underworld ( Read more... )