Ino who mun nearly forgot zomg *facepalms* wasn’t in the best of moods, and was planning on ditching Liir later but all the same she’d promised Principal Winchester that she’d show her the garden today, and so was outside.

It was hard, at least, to be entirely brooding when she could kneel down and make sure her flowers were doing well. If nothing else, she had this. And her flowers didn’t care if she smiled or not. She loved them no matter what the expression on her face was, and they knew it through her touch.

She closed her eyes and smiled slightly. Then got up and went to look for daisies. She’d promised Grace a daisy chain, after all.

[For Zoe, please! And honestly, I swear, I’ve got the memory of a sieve some days. Ugh.]

"Arrr, hi, guys, shiver me timbers!" Lily greeted the class as they came in. "Sorry about the speech, I'm jus' like this today. I'm learnin' not t' ask. So anyway, today we're goin' t' be usin' somethin' called jump rope.

"Aye, they're easy. Mostly. You just hold both ends like so," she said, gripping the ends of a jump rope in both hands to demonstrate, and swinging the rope up so she could hop over it, "Arrr, and jump o'er it. Pretty self-explanatory. You can get tripped up, though, especially when you start goin' faster. Just please don't trip yourself int' a clinic 'isit. Tis' good exercise, too. You can do this either by yourself, or you can tie an end t' a tree an' work with one other person, or you can have two people hold a side and jump between them. Arrr.

"Arrr, and if you're verily darin', thar be rhymes you can say while jumpin', just for an added bit o' fun. Ye'll ne'er get me buried booty!" Frowning at herself because she had no idea where that part came from, she tried to ignore it by passing out the handouts and giving them a second to look it over. "Aye, any questions? Okay, go ahead and pair up, or you can go by yourself. My parrot concurs." If she looked confused, it was because she didn't have a parrot.


[Yes, I used the translator. Sorry for the lame class. I may be a wee bit hung over. Oops.]

Liir had made his way up to the roof earlier broom in hand, sandwiches and cookies packed in his bag, glad that he'd get to spend time with Ino today. Things had ended oddly yesterday at the cafe and he'd hoped that with a little distance from matters, they should have been able to discuss what had happened. Why it'd happened.

At this point, however, Liir was pretty damn sure that Ino wasn't coming. And while one part of him was glad he wouldn't be doing any extensive flying today, the rest of him curled up with his arms around his knees in his spot on the roof and decided that it hated everything.

Maybe she had the right of it, he actually thought, body and soul too tired to even be incredulous at himself.

[open as roofs are][no, he's not really in a good way but I think that great emo-ness/whatever else will be rather interesting in today's piratespeak][Ino lightly modded with permission from her mun]

Arrr, "our third class may seem late in the game t' discuss dealin' with shyness," Cap'n Conroy Knifenose - or Nathan, if you wanted to be traditional - said as he passed around the day's handouts, "but I wanted you t' get your feet wet on the basics before we started on fine-tunin'."
( Ahoy, fine-tunin' t' be found thisaway Gar. )

[ooc: Ahoy, OCD be up! Gar.]

The Danger Shop was set up like the Salle. The main difference was the giant Satedan in the center of the room, going through a complicated practice routine with a bokutō blade. When they arrived, he stopped and approached the group with a feral smile, spinning the wooden sword in his hand as he spoke.

"Today we're sword fighting. If it's your first fight, there's a handout for you. First thing to know about sword fighting: keep your eyes straight ahead. Focus on the enemy. Never ever look away from your enemy. It shows weakness. Are you weak?" He stared down a couple students in particular as he paced the floor in front of them all. "Second thing: You’ve gotta anticipate the enemy's next move. Always be ready. I'll give you a minute to look at the papers." Ronon stepped away, preparing to instruct them on how this was going to go down.

Frowning slightly as the morning light hit his face, Seely muttered something about scurvy curtains and cuddled in closer to the warm body next to him, screwing his eyes shut.

[For the owner of said warm body.]

Tyler Stutterin' Ron Slaughter walked into the lounge hesitantly, as if he half expected it to sense him as a student and eject him with a loud blare of sirens, possibly stripping him down to his underpants in the process.

Instead he found ... a lounge. Perfectly normal, even nice, with the only off note being the Madrox dartboard -- and that was less an off note than a bit of comic relief. He filled a mug to the brim from the coffee pot ("Aye, they need t'order more o' th'filters," he noted to himself) and settled into a chair, wondering if anyone else would come in.

Weirdly, "Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum" kept going through his head.

[OOC: Open to staff.]

Apu was manning the shop alone today and quite frankly he was quite happy about it.

He stood behind the counter and greeted each customer in his usual congenial manner.

Turtle and Canary is open for business

[Mod Apu day]

Laura the genet was hungry, and so Gladys took her down to the hall to find her some breakfast. Laura trotted next to her, and bounced into the common room, heading for the fridge.

"Ahoy, If I Get You Breakfast You Have T' Beha'e. Gar."

Gladys stopped.

The genet stopped. And it stared at her, head tilted in confusion.

"Aye. I Have No Idea Why I Be Talkin' Like This. Thar Seems T' Be Somethin' Wrong With Me. Gar."

Laura dashed across the room and hid under the couch, peeking out at Gladys.

"Ar. I Do Not Think That This Be Normal." She paused. "And Ye'll Ne'er Get Me Buried Booty." This was very odd. As was her sudden urge to call herself Cap'n Jan Bloodbucket. "Ar."

[ooc: Arrr, the common room be open, me hearties. eta: Yar, I be going to bed.]

It was Thursday, and hence Cable's time to man the store. He had a map called up on his laptop, occasionally zooming in on various locations; a computer program ran quietly in the back, his pet attempt at trying to figure out where the next jump would take them.

Mostly, Cable was interested in what he could do here, now, before the island left again. While the Open sign rested on the door as it always did, he focused on the computer, occasionally reaching down to pat Tether on the head.

[ open! ]

Yes, today is that day. Talk like a pirate day.

But not Talk Like A Pirate Day, which is on a different day entirely.

This is just a day for talking like a pirate, unofficially, and isn't in any way associated with Talk Like A Pirate Day. That's in September. It's still only July.

Umm, where was I? Right. Sorry. Today's piratical random event is that the people of Fandom will be sore afflicted with a speech problem: namely, they talk like pirates!

In order to make this easier: Look! Translator!

Also, if people wanted to adopt pirate names to go with their pirate speech: Ta da!

I think today's Fandom Weirdness would extend to people being struck with the sudden desire to adopt piratical monikers and introduce themselves as same.

Aye, thar was nothin' at all unusual goin' on in the office today. Nothin' at all.

Really, truly.

The staff war simply workin' away, with the occasional break for coffee and con'ersation. Ye'll ne'er get me buried booty!

Not dirty.

Arrr, the weather today is a startlin'ly lo'ely 95 (35c) degrees, with lows dippin' down t' 78 (26c).

Aye.

Sunrise: 5:24
Sunset: 18:30

Hi, Fandom. Know what's not a great idea? Collecting rum from the taps and then wondering that night if it'll go away in the morning so you drink enough to still be drunk the next day.


( method radio woo! )


That's all my notes and I have no more rum. I think I deserve it now. I'm gonna go fix that.

MUST I figure out how bloody depressed NOW?! REALLY?

This can't WAIT?!

*HEADDESK HEADDESK HEADDESK*

Johnny had been at work all day long. No really. Lukes had been open All. Day. Long. 

There's a specials board with specials on it involving oranges.

Luke's is open!

[OCDless and zomg I fail at life.]

 

Amber was on her bed reading the third part to Cal's story. He'd given it to her today and she even left work to get back to her room so she could read it. And actually, she's read it three times already and was greatly perplexed. She needed to ask him specific questions. Or... did she miss something? No,  no... she didn't think she had.

Anyway, she was busy and really didn't want to be bothered. Amber might actually get cranky if someone tried. 

[Yeah, door is open as is the post, Amber's in a mood.]

Project Runway was on. Of course Peter was in front of a TV.

He was also riding the merry-go-round that I just modded into the common room to make the OCD inventory threads explode, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ahem.

So... yeah. Peter, on a couch, watching the awesomeness that was Tim Gunn.

[open!]

...Liir was having second thoughts.

It not that the idea wasn't terribly attractive, of course. Kevin: also terribly attractive. But when he laid on his bed and considered the look on Andrew's face, or the disappointment on Karal's (and he knew there'd be disappointment, or he feared it enough that the difference was negligible) it seemed as if every kind word on his progress and everything he'd done or said to try and differentiate himself from the tyrannical Wicked Bitch of the West was a load of monkey doings. What he was planning on doing tonight was purely hedonistic, entirely selfish, and completely without concern for either Andrew or Kevin's previously significant other.

You could have gone to see Trism. You know, at least, that he actually cares for you. It's more than just messing about.

Go to Oz?

Its home, isn't it?

I don't know anymore.

[open, but intended for one; all threads go BEFORE the Kevin thread][NWS after a few comments]

Okay, so there were freakin' limes and oranges and all that jammed into the cupboards and drawers. What the --

"Did you do this?" Faith asked Tino. He didn't answer. Unless stinkeye counted as an answer. Maybe it did.

Fine, good night for a special.

Half-off frou-frou college-girl citrusy drinks

Might as well use up some of the fruit.

Caritas. Open.

"My mun is bored, drunk, and wants me to shoot myself in the foot!"

...But I have icons!

"MY FOOT!"

HEY, at least I'm not voice posting on your account!

After the gym, visiting Rodney, and class, John's day had been relatively full. He was sitting on his sofa, tapping the glass of his fish tank, trying to decide if Frankenstein Bubbles McAwesome (as that was what the fish was named in his mind) was turning funny colors or if it was just him.

"What do you think, Yoda?" he queried the turtle as if he expected a response. Yoda stretched his neck and crawled behind the orange John had stuck in his tank. "Yeah, he's probably in for it."

John contemplated taking a stroll down to town. The bar was always a good choice when life was messy. He needed to keep his arms moving to stave off soreness, after all. What better way than raising a glass to his lips every minute or so?

[door and post open]

Susan really had no idea where the citrus was all coming from. That wasn't to say she was the slightest bit against it -- she remembered the memory of rationing was too fresh for her to turn her nose up at any sort of fresh fruit.

Which was why there was a small collection of tangerines, oranges, limes, lemons and grapefruit accumulating on her bed, after she'd found them over the course of the day while reorganizing her side of the room.

Susan, meanwhile, was working on a letter to Lucy, having put aside the more difficult task of writing to her older brother until later. She'd moved her horn from under the bed up to sit beside her on it, for the time being, though she was toying with the idea of just carrying it with her from now on. There wouldn't be any sense in having it if it wasn't accessible.

The door, in any instance, was open.

[open door, open post, etc.!]