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Feed for Hashtag #warpedbyfandom


hastoolswilltravel: Kicked short green alien on instinct so it wouldn't bite my ankle. turned out to be new construction client. FML. #warpedbyfandom

itsbuttery: @hastoolswilltravel in your defense, their bite *is* venomous. wouldn't have resulted in a song & dance number tho #warpedbyfandom

hastoolswilltravel: had to give him my coffee to get him not to go with another firm. MY COFFEE. #warpedbyfandom

itsbuttery: @hastoolswilltravel That's just cruel and unusual punishment. speaking of punishment, today was a mud run day. http://twitpic.com/zkdsjf.jpg #warpedbyfandom

hastoolswilltravel: @itsbuttery Least you know showers will only spray water, not syrup. #warpedbyfandom


hastoolswilltravel: Cancel lunchbreak. Home for shower. #notetoself #warpedbyfandom

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OOC: Open to in-character Tweets from any character, not just alumni, who would reasonably have a Twitter account, and they don't have to be in reply to Xander and Bridge. Free-for-all! Pre-played with the up-to-her-ears-in-packing [livejournal.com profile] bridge_carson, and over to you, Bob!

Supershort crash course in Twitter )
How it works in this post )
[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com
After another challenging scheduling conflict, So You Want to Be the Nation's Next Top Model was back on the air with another fierce episode! In this episode, watch as the models stomp the runway in a clothes designed by fashion students in a challenge that wasn't at all inspired by Project Runway, really, and then pose in another high quality photoshoot! Who has what it takes to be on top? And who...will be sent. home?

Stay Tuned to Find Out! )

[[ YAY I didn't think I'd get it out today! Open for OOC and viewing! Huzzah! ]]
[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com
Some of the smoke had finally cleared with whatever legal problems the network was having, so it was very proud to announce a continuation of their newest hit So You Want to Be the Nation's Next Top Model! Who still has what it takes to be on top? And who will be sent. home?

Only one way to find out! )


[[ posted early because I actually have to work tonight, eeeeewwww. Comments and OOC always lovely and awesome, and show viewable, of course, wherever on the isssland. ]]
[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com
It was Monday night, and so there was another episode of So You Want to be the Nations Next Top Model on! It's the first real episode, so who will win the whacky challenge? Who will have drama in the house? And who will be the first one to be sent. home.?

WATCH AND SEE! )


[[ I put way too much energy into these, heh. OOC welcome! Broadcastable over the island if'n you want! ]]
[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com
Cut for Episode 01.1 of SYWTBTNNTM, Two Hour Premiere Extravaganza! )

[[ OOC or questions welcome; everyone in Fandom's free to have caught the show, of course! Special bonus points for identifying as many of the models as you can! ]]
[identity profile] marsheadtilt.livejournal.com
Elle still had no clue where she was, but waking up with the pretty boy meant she didn't really care.

Especially when they made their way downstairs and she took in their surroundings. "Wow, it's a fancy hotel. We can get the servants to make us food!"



[open to anyone currently *in* the Hyperion or anyone who wants to drop by for a visit]
[identity profile] marsheadtilt.livejournal.com
Veronica had been out all day, working a case.

She returned home, completely oblivious to the fact that they had company.

"Please tell me there is coffee?"
[identity profile] marsheadtilt.livejournal.com
Veronica was still reeling from Sunday.

But she decided that there was one person who she might be able to enlist for help that might help Cameron.

So she dialed the familiar number, hoping that enough time had passed that things wouldn't be weird anymore.


[for the phone call recipient]
[identity profile] marsheadtilt.livejournal.com
It was Easter on Sunday.

Neither Veronica nor Piper was much into the religious aspect of things, but when they found the glittery Easter Egg decorating kit, they decided they would have a little seasonal fun.

So now Veronica was trying to follow the instructions to prepare the dye while Piper hard-boiled a few dozen eggs.


[open to anyone who wants to visit or call V and/or Piper]

Email!

Sep. 11th, 2007 09:22 am
[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com
Deciding that he'd better get in gear, John took some time before his classes to send out some very important emails.

Emails )

[The first email is for those listed in the 'to' line but the last went out to everyone in John's address book. If you'd like to get it, you got it, yo.]
[identity profile] marsheadtilt.livejournal.com
The first thought that Veronica had when she woke up was that she was no longer a teenager. That was kind of a weird thing, in her mind.

Her second thought was that today was the first possible day she could hear from Cameron.

And her third thought was Damn, I need coffee.

While she was making said coffee, she was surprised by a knock on the apartment door. She knew as soon as she opened it that the flower arrangement was from Cameron. She put the flowers on the new coffee table and read the card while she drank her coffee.

Happy birthday baby!

I know it's not quite the same as actually being there, but I want you to know that I'm thinking of you. I hope you have an awesome day and we'll celebrate properly real soon. I owe you a present. A huge one, but I hope the flowers will tide you over for now. I know you don't need it because you're going to kick ass no matter what, but I still want to wish you the best and that this year will be even better than the last.

I love you so much.

Yours always,

Cam


She was really hoping for a phone call, though she knew that Cameron had warned her that BCT could run an extra week or two.



[ooc: open to any roomies who are around and anyone who might want to call the birthday girl. Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] cameronmitchell for the card & flowers :)]
absolutesnark: (Casual)
[personal profile] absolutesnark
Piper knew her prank was set in motion. She was a bit surprised the boys haven't called to flail at her yet. She thought about calling them to make sure they were okay, but then she remembered what they had done a few weeks ago and knew they needed to be taught a lesson.

Right now, she was sitting on the couch, contemplating a nap before she had to go to work.


[ooc: for certain flaily phone callers]

Email

Jun. 10th, 2007 10:02 pm
[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com
To everyone )

((If you think you should have gotten an email, you probably did.))
[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com
In the Fandom high curriculum, students are represented by two separate but varied groups: the students, who attend Fandom High, and the alumni, who have moved on. This is one story.

*doink doink*
Interior, interrogation room.
Lennie: We got ya dead to rights.
John Connor: Illegal search. Fruit of the poisonous tree.
Lennie Briscoe: Come on.
John Connor: I did not consent to search. I repeatedly denied consent for search, and asked what, if anything, I was charged with. Officer then illegally detained me, and the guns were found then.
Mike Logan: Which would have been found anyways. Give it up.
Lennie Briscoe: Naw, let the lawyer send it through court. They get younger every year.
Mike Logan: 21, if his license is real.
Lennie Briscoe: So what do we call ya? Don Connell? John Connor? Jon O'Connig? You got paper on all three.
John Connor: Am I free to go? I'll accept the ticket for not using the turn signal and pay the fine and be on my way.
Anita Van Buren: *knocking on the door* We've got a judge who said that everything was executed with due diligence, and the gun possession stands.
Mike Logan: Looks like that's it, kid. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say....

*doink doink*
Interior, Circuit Court Judge Judy--
John Connor: Wait a minute.

--Interior, interrogation room.
Mike Logan: What now, another brilliant legal strategy?
John Connor: Can't you hear that sound?
Lennie Briscoe: What sound?
John Connor: That chung-chung sound.
Lennie Briscoe: Oh, that. Yeah. We get that a lot.
Mike Logan: You mean the doink doink?
John Connor: No, it's more of a chung-chung.
Mike Logan: Doink Doink.
John Connor: *makes the sound, which sounds like a choingchoing* Chung-chung.
Anita Van Buren: No, it's more of a bong-dong, to me.
Mike Logan: Doink Doink.
John Connor: Chung Chung.
Lennie Briscoe: Alright, easy fellas.
chasingangela: (impish smile)
[personal profile] chasingangela
Angela licked the last of her cotton candy off of her fingers and glanced up and down the boardwalk. She and Marty had already bought the tackiest t-shirts she could find and a snow globe with glitter, gotten a sunburn across her nose, and played skeeball until she won a huge stuffed pink monkey, who had been christened Emil.

She needed to do one more thing before they went back to the hotel. Something ... special.

She scanned the horizon. "How do you feel about Ferris Wheels?" she asked Marty experimentally, squeezing his hand.
absolutesnark: (Confused)
[personal profile] absolutesnark
Piper had a lot on her mind lately. She started a new job, for one thing. That kept her pretty busy this week. She wasn't complaining. At least having the spare cash would help pay for a window replacement. Piper didn't even notice the crack in the window until this morning. She even called the nice handyman, Leo, asking if he could fix it.

Cut for length )

[ooc: Mostly establishy, but expecting a phone call.]
[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com
It's taken John some time to get there, but he's finally there. The Magdalene Order of the....Sign Not Visible. Wha?

He opens the door and pokes around. Empty. Okay, if there was supposed to be a gun-totin' blonde nun here, waiting, there should be banners and cupcakes and and and festivities of all sorts.

This? Looked surprisingly like a church. Depressingly like a church. He tossed his helmet from one hand to the other, wandering farther in. Off in a distant corner, a young priest is tending to candles.

"Excuse me, Father," he said softly, approaching the man.
"Yes, my son?"
"I was... I'm supposed to meet someone here. Rosette?"
"Yes?" The man looked puzzled.
"Sister Rosette. Is she here?"
"I'm not familiar with the name, I'm afraid."
"Sister Rosette. Christopher. She's blond, about yay tall," he holds out his hand, "has a guy tagging along, named Chrono?"
The priest's face was impassive. John must have imagined a flicker in his eyes at the name of Chrono.

John left, after lighting a candle for his mom, feeling confused. This was the church, was the address Rosette gave him. Just... she wasn't there.

He sighed, put his helmet back on, and drove away on the bike. Might as well check out that school in Westchester, since he's in the area...
chasingangela: (eyes of a young girl)
[personal profile] chasingangela
It was her first day back from Fandom, and Angela had thrown herself into her job as a hostess at her father's restaurant with uncharacteristic effort. If her parents knew she was trying to keep herself from thinking about what she had left, they didn't say anything,

Rolling napkins and handing out menus managed to keep her hands busy well into the evening. Too bad they didn't take up her entire brain.

Excuse me, miss? How long is the wait for a table? )
[identity profile] notstakedyet.livejournal.com
Hello graduates of 2007! The Fandom High Alumni Network (or NAMBLA) wants to make sure your records are up to date. Please respond to this postcard/email with your current contact information. Congratulations on surviving completing your Fandom High education!

Requested information

Name:
Year Graduated:
Current Location:
Current School/Job:
Voicemail:
Email:

What do you miss most about Fandom?
What do you miss least?
What will you blame your crazy behavior on now that you can't use the gremlins as scapegoats?

OOC question )

[ooc: See here for explanation or any OOC questions.]
[identity profile] marsheadtilt.livejournal.com
For some unknown reason, Veronica couldn't sleep. So she decided to try to pay Cameron back for all the times he had woken her up.

Plus, she had promised to call and let him know how her exams went and she wanted to wish him luck on his.


[ooc: for le boyfriend]

[ETA: Spoilers for VM S1 and sensitive subject material in the comments.]

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