John stood on the causeway, letting two years of memories wash over him as he stands amidst his bags, not quite ready to go off into the wild blue yonder.

[ooc: John Connor goodbye post. slowplay as work computer = brokenated hard drive]

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!!!!]

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 ( Read more... )

Feeling a bit antsy, Deadpool went to the gym. Hopefully Arashi would show up for some fun sparring that didn't involve groping this time.

It was Arashi's fault for being such a hot woman, honestly.

[[ooc: open for your gym needs!]]

Teddy was missing New York already. Spending a weekend there that didn't involve fighting for his life made him more homesick than he had been when he first came to school.

He was moping in the back of the the store, leaving Emo and Goth to cover the front.

The snakes had cleared out of the church, leaving no sign that they were ever really even there to begin with, which, admittedly, kind of creeped Rosette out. She had extra lights in the confessional today, so she could keep her eye on the corners for any that might have still been lurking, waiting to bite her ankle or something while she cleaned ( Read more... )

Store was open, but manned(dingbotted?) entirely by Emo, Goth and the Register. Agatha was nowhere to be seen, but she sure could be heard. There was humming coming form the back room and periodically clanks of metal. Exclamations of surprise and amazement peppered the humming.

[open]

Agatha wondered where the heck all her employees were. Grudgingly she opened the store, and started clearing up the horrid mess the boys made of the store. Where by horrid mess anyone else would say decorations. Emo and Goth were descidedly not helping.

Sparky's is open.

Contrary to any weather patterns on the island or the mainland, the causeway was shrouded in a thick fog. Its tendrils were slowly spreading out through the streets of Fandom; if it continued at the same rate the entire town would be fog bound in a few hours. It was cold and damp and dismal, the perfect weather for a viking raid.

( Or in this case... )

John opens the shop and rushes in as he normally does, wtih a wave to the register ( Read more... )