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"Sometimes, dealing with forces more powerful than you can be as simple as playing on the weaknesses most beings share," Atton said. "Like how most people are easily distracted. For all that we like to talk and talk about what great multitaskers we are, most species aren't actually very good at paying attention to more than one thing at once."

He sat down on his desk.

"And that's how pickpockets line their pockets," he said. "You'd be surprised how easily you can distract people from one thing by presenting them with something more immediate and familiar. And no, this isn't me encouraging you all to start stealing everything in sight - though if you are hungry and out of money, feel free - but sometimes, it can be really useful to be able to shortcut the high and mighty and grab something you might need."

"Some pickpockets work in teams: you usually have a stall and a pick. The stall makes sure the mark stops, like by bumping into them-- but only somewhere where it makes sense for them to do that. Like a train car, or a crowded hallway, or a large public hall, stuff like that. Then as the mark suddenly comes to a stop, it makes sense for the pick to 'accidentally' bump into them and lift their wallet. The mark's still fixated on the stall; they won't focus on the pick until the deed has already been done. Sometimes the stall will do something else, like drop some coins, or otherwise get the mark to kneel down so the pick can do his work."

He nodded at the simulated train car in front of them. "But you can also easily work alone in an environment like that," he said. "Hide your hands under a newspaper or something, and accidentally brush past someone-- that touch is usually so expected and normal, people don't question it. Some pickpockets like to actually draw attention to people's money, like by shouting that there's a pickpocket around--" He smirked. A little. "--so people will pat the places they have their valuables, making it easier to find them. If you're a woman, or a particularly attractive guy, fish, whatever, you can also try the old 'I'm drunk and affectionate' act.

He shrugged.

"No matter what, the trick is misdirection," he said. "Which is something you have to practice. So-- half of you are going to be pickpockets today, and the other half are going to be marks. You can team up or go it alone, I don't care. Practice this stuff. If you're successful, swap roles."

He pointed at a table full of wallets. "Marks? Get your crap."
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This week, the danger shop was made up to look like outside the dorms. You know. For authenticity. Or because it was easy. Fifty-fifty odds there.

"So, the squirrels were a little confused on the facts this week, we think?" Magnus said, voice going up at the end like he too was questioning it all and therefore should not be blamed if they were completely wrong. "And I totally whiffed that investigation check, so this is what we're going with."

Cara probably had a better excuse than that.

Cara's excuse was that she didn't care and the squirrels' version was close enough. "Sometimes the real enemy is all of us," she said. "Not in a philosophical sense, in a people are turning into monsters and you can't actually kill them sense."

Magnus nodded along with that sagely. "I mean. You could, but it'd be really rough and people usually stay dead. Most of the time." He was lookin' at you, Barry Bluejeans. "So, we'll be working on some non-lethal fights. Which, trust me, is super hard when you're used to just going for it. One time we accidentally killed a guy and had to dump him off a cliff. It was a thing."

"Don't do that," was Cara's suggestion. "As an added bonus, the things your classmates, teachers and other townsfolk have turned into are also stronger, faster, and hardier than usual, so you'll have to get creative."

"Also, I think they have stoneskin cast on them?" Magnus said, squinting out like he could tell. "Which sucks if you like non-magical damage. So, maybe team up? Yeah, totally team up. Team work was the lesson we meant all along."

Team up to not kill your friends the murder gargoyles, a lesson they could all get behind. "Yes, that."
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So. Cool story. Apparently, my robot self decided that it would be super fun to, like, totally do radio! And everyone knows that squirrels are sadistic little *BEEEEEP*s, so guess who's back and probably stuck doing this for the rest of the semester and was forced to buy little pumpkin spice lattes for these already too hyper rodents because someone's robot self decided it was cute when squirrels get little whipped cream mustaches...

That's right, everyone, it's me. Summer Smith. Please contain your excitement.

Although squirrels really do look cute with whipped cream mustaches. I will give my robot self that.

Anyway, here's the news or whatever, because this is my life now. And yours. Because the squirrels are always watching.

In SCHOOL, Earth Zoology took a trip to the Tibetan Plateau, where they learned about three not-unicorns. What, you mean like those dumb goats at the general store? Those goats are lame, they totally chewed a hole in my sweater once. It looks like no sweaters were harmed in the making of this class, though they did get to hang out with yaks.

*chittering*

Don't talk back. And it was Peridot's day at the library, and she really is a good friend, because she's the one who told me about all this stupid radio business so I didn't get a really unpleasant surprise this morning. Aloy stopped in, too, helping Peridot with the unruly books that were being total spazzes, and then learning about what a book actually is.

Decent toilet paper when you have nothing else available, that's what it is.

The DORMS were pretty quiet. And the TOWN? Also quiet, pretty meh. Breq was checking out a karaoke machine at Groovy Tunes, Zack was feeling restless and needed to go prowling through the Preserve, and, uh...aw, man, see, I feel bad talking about people's issues like this, but, uh, well, hey, Alluka showed up with a cuddly dinosaur toy to make him feel all better, and, uhhhh, everything was okay! And totally good! Yay!

Uh, Ino wasn't having a great day at Pick your Poison, either. But, hey! She got a visit from BDG..err, Kanan, so her day had to get better by default, especially as they hammered out some deets about some plans tomorrow.

Then 29 Chimera Court got a new tenant in the form of one Dr. Miguel O'Hara, a detail that current owner Captain Nathan Algren had not been clued into. Like some freakin' sitcom. But then Captain Algren was all, "Oh, right, it's Fandom, sure, what the hell? Why not?" and told Dr. O'Hara about his housemates. Like Liam! Who was too lazy to fight Dr. O'Hara over house rights and silly details like why this rando is in his house. And Captain Algren was all, "I'm not gonna fight him either, Liam, dude had a key," but they did plot to run Dr. O'Hara out if he plays loud music at 3 a.m., so I hope you're listening, Doctor, you've been warned.

And that's what makes news here on an average, regular day. Some dudes hanging out in a house, talking about what happens if you continue to hang out in said house.

RIVETING.

But that is all, so I'm getting out of here, I have class or whatever, I think? I don't know what the hell goes on here anymore, but, hey, I guess we're doing this again next week, too. Joy!

*CLICK!*

Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

Sep. 20th, 2017 06:54 am
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Ino had given serious consideration to not coming into work at all today. But Zack's mood had driven her out of their apartment before dawn and after wandering down to the beach and kicking stones aimlessly for a while, failing to be comforted by either the rush of waves, the emptiness of the area, or even the rising sun, she'd come into work.

If she were a different person, she'd be spending the day drunk off her ass.

Rosa's text to her was short, and simple: Remember your promise.

Ugh. Like she'd forget.

Tseng, wise man, hadn't sent her a text at all. Though she'd found an email advising her that her application for leave had been approved for the next few days. She knew that was his doing since Ino hadn't put in any application at all.

Ino wasn't mixing anything today. Nor was she playing with samples or trying to decide what to stock up on. Doing that today, with her mood as it was, was just asking for trouble. It'd be too easy to mix something… wrong.

She just put her head down on the counter and decided sure, that was good enough.

Zack had to have it harder today, the day he'd been in Nibelheim and his world had gone to nothing but torture and pain, but all Ino could remember was the way her life had shattered like broken glass when the Turks had lied to her and told her he was dead.

Pick Your Poison is… open.

The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

Sep. 20th, 2017 08:42 am
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Zack had been holding it together admirably well today.

Sort of. He tried not to be that person who observed the bad anniversaries. He really did. If he started doing that after the career he'd had in SOLDIER, he wouldn't have a happy day left to his name. But here he was, on the anniversary of what had happened in Nibelheim, and it felt like he wanted to crawl out of his skin. He'd spent a good portion of the morning just stalking around the apartment like a caged animal (which was apt, he supposed, considering the day) until finally he gave in, pulled on his SOLDIER uniform, picked up his (Angeal's) sword, and made his way into the preserve.

It was quiet there. Not quite the forests of his home in Gongaga, not nearly tropical enough for that, but soothing in a way that he'd forgotten about since his run from ShinRa, when he'd tried to return home to check on his parents.

So here was where he was going to stay, alternating between pacing, doing squats, yelling, punching trees until the trunks splintered, and - though he wouldn't admit it even to himself - just... breaking down and crying. Maybe he'd spend the night out here. He wasn't sure he had it in him to go home right now. He wasn't anybody anyone should have to put up with right then, and home wasn't terribly homey anyway.

[OOC: Open preserve is open! Zack will be... in a mood today. He needs to get it out of his system.]

Fandom Radio, September 20th

Sep. 20th, 2017 09:37 pm
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*chittering*

...that's not how I remember that happening.

*chittering*

Well, if it's in your notes, then it must be right. Oh, we're on.

Up at the School, Cyrptids and You coloured in, because of course Deadpool thought that was a good idea, while Artifact Restoration learnt a valuable lesson about sharing, except for Mara, and Computer Science watched a movie, by this point Paris started to realise what kind of school she's at. In the Library, Khadgar decided to ignore the imminent rat uprising.

Somebody should really check if the Dorms are still there, and over in Town, Nathan gave away apples at Covent Gardens, at Furnado, Zack brooded until he was attacked by small birds, Summer decided to re-purpose Needful Thing's antiques weapons, making them far more useful, and confusing Paris in the process. Apu was fighting with creepy 'unicorn' guy at Turtle and Canary, Raven was a fashion critic at Groovy Tunes, at Fantasy CostCo, Taako had found out about the spicy coffee, and Magnus got an X-Ray ring by promising to be boring with it. Kitty planned Caritas's grand reopening, Tonywas sad that he couldn't see the bar, and Liam was angling to join the band by claiming to be legally dead.

Library, Wednesday

Sep. 20th, 2017 07:49 am
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Peridot had been planning on bringing her notes in from Jenkins' class today in order to go through the library to research some of the terminology he'd used during whatever spare time she had.

As the day progressed, it became fairly clear that Peridot wasn't going to have spare time. A few of the books had taken to running down the aisles, and then a few more, and before Peridot could rein in the first few runners it had spiralled out of control into a whole book stampede.

She might have gotten trampled.

It wasn't pretty.

[OOC: Open! Mind the books!]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

Sep. 20th, 2017 10:27 am
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Breq had found a karaoke machine. Tip had told her about karaoke, and introduced her to it at Caritas, but here was a machine rather than a zombie band. She didn't know any of the songs, so she had to play them a few times before she got them right, but that didn't bother her.

Considering Breq's voice, her singing karaoke might not be the best way to attract customers, but she was finding her job quite enjoyable.

[Open!]

OOC: Belated availability notice!

Sep. 20th, 2017 09:42 am
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I haven't fallen off the edge of the world! My life's just been consumed by a movie shoot, and I lack the brain for anything else. We wrap on Friday, so I should be back to my normal levels of availability next week.

In the meantime, Karolina is a Rainbow Brite doll, Jughead is an actual jug, and the rest of my on-island kids are just quietly wrapped up in other business.
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Jenkins had sent notification this week for the class to meet at the Portalocity office in town, and to bring jackets. After a quick headcount and some quiet negotiations with the attendant, a portal opened, and Jenkins ushered the students through, straightening his jacket and adjusting his bow tie as he cleared the portal edge and it closed behind them. He gave the scenery around them a thoughtful look.

"Mountains in the distance, sparse and grassy vegetation, high altitude, lovely chill in the air. . . . I tell you, I did not think that would work." He set his hands on his hips and nodded. "Welcome, students, to the Tibetan Plateau."

Meet three not-unicorns? )

[tl;dr: chiru, kiang, and yak]

Caritas- Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 02:46 pm
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This morning one job had made Kitty late for her second job, and now she was at her first job planning for the grand reopening along with lesson plans for her third job.

She was gonna be fine, guys, really.

Anyway, parts of the bar were still covered in cloths just so it looked new for the party this weekend, and if you wandered in you'd likely get asked for suggestions.

[Open, no OCD!]

Fantasy Costco | Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 12:55 pm
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Taako had discovered pumpkin spice lattes. To him, of course, it tasted like key lime but he found all the hype about it so charming! He'd forever be a basic bitch.

Welcome to Fantasy Costco
Item of the Day
Ring of X-Ray Vision
Don't be a pervert with it. Ring has 5 uses before it breaks


[OCD-free]

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 12:13 pm
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So there'd been some kind of awards show on Sunday night, and Raven found herself bored enough at work today to start flipping through the coverage. She went from the political outrage stories (there were always political outrage stories, and Raven felt appropriately outraged by them, but after awhile they really just blurred together) to the "who wore it best" red carpet coverage, and after scrolling through a page providingc commentary on everyone's outfits, she found herself getting really into it.

"Those two are adorable! . . . Wow, okay. How does a non-shapeshifter even walk in that? . . . Ooo. Right, apparently I definitely have a thing for girls in suits."

Oh yeah. She'd been really into fashion before she went to Kathy's world, hadn't she.

[open!]

Library, Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 11:37 am
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When Khadgar first arrived at the library, he thought things were quiet. But, before too long, he realized there was a squeaking noise in the back by one of the shelves. He quietly sneaked over to investigate, and discovered the squeaking noise was two squeaking noises, of a pair of rats looking over some weetiny blueprints.

"3.14 will be sufficient for our measurements!"

"If we want this to come out right, 22/7 will provide more accurate dimensions."

"I assure you, it will end up too large! Also, you know I hate multiplying by fractions."

"Well, then you should have studied harder in math class!"

Khadgar stepped back as quietly as he'd approached, to leave them to their work. That didn't sound like a fight to get in the middle of.

[I am not remotely sorry. :D Open and OCD-free!]

Cryptids and You! - Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 09:43 am
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There was a big ol' picture of the Jersey Devil up on the board in case people were worried they wouldn't get to learn about that beloved monster.

"I hope you all learned an important lesson from last week's movie." He hadn't, but still. Hope springing eternal and all that. "Today is all about that lil' demonic maybe rapscallion from New Jersey. The Jersey Devil is supposed to be a goat headed maybe dog headed, something headed at least thing with big fucking bat wings, claws, and cloven hooved feet. Maybe a lizard tail in there too. Either way, a regular Island of Doctor Moreau looking little fucker. And I say this with only the love a mother can give."

That made literally no sense.

"Anyway, this guy has been around since the American Revolution. Probably because people in New Jersey have always been drunk and crazy."

He started flipping through a book on the matter, possibly making a face, but it was hard to tell with the whole mask thing.

"Wow, there's a lot of super boring history on it if you want to fall asleep without taking that sweet, sweet Ambien and pinot grigio cocktail that gets you through the day." Or was he thinking of people from those housewives shows? "Either way."

Deadpool clapped his hands together before passing out some blank pieces of paper. "You're all gonna design your own fucked up chimera from some location. I don't care where. Make up a devil. It'll be fun and not at all become a Slender Man situation where someone gets murdered by idiots over it."

Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [09/19].

Sep. 19th, 2017 08:48 am
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"What? Huh? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

The Merchant of Miracles was shouting at Apu, who was shouting back, but since both of them had pulled out some noise-cancelling headphones, the shouting was mostly in vain and communication was trying to be done with gestures and the occasional scribbled sign. Because the unicorns decided that today was a good day for just bleating almost non-stop, long steady cried that would go on and on and on.

Occasionally, they stopped. A moment of silence fell over the store and Apu and the Merchant could breathe again, hoping against hope that it was over, that they were done, that they'd bleated themselves out, only to then have one of them open their mouth and start all over again.

Neither of them could figure out what it was, either. They tried food, they tried pillows, they tried toes, they tried grooming, but nothing seemed to make the restless creatures calm down. Eventually, they just gave up, grabbed some headphones from the shelves, and tried to go about business as usual.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Loud Lemon
Eardrum-Blasting Eggplant
Red


Help Wanted!
inquire within


Turtle & Canary is open (and loud!)

Needful Things; Tuesday [09/19].

Sep. 19th, 2017 08:40 am
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It seemed that Summer still had a job, so that was cool. If her robot self had ruined that, no one seemed inclined to tell her, anyway, and she just went back to like she'd never even left, though the dusting and the sweeping that she usually did felt a little pointless. This was place was already clean as hell, what was there to dust and sweep? But she remembered that it just seemed that way because it wasn't the filthy cesspool she'd gotten used to.

And so many of these things could be totally repurposed in a wasteland society. Most of her day seemed to be going through the shelves and figuring out which antiques she'd want to keep close at hand in case Fandom had ever been plunged into its own apocalypse and she had to hammer out some sweet armor out of gramophone horns or turn all those old armoires into siege weapons and barricades.

Needful Things is open!
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The Danger Shop was back to looking like a workshop this week, where everyone had a partially disassembled gadget and a box of random scrap in front of them.

"Welcome back, kids! So now that you mastered the skills of figuring out what something is and recognising situations that'll get yourself killed, we're moving on to some more valuable skills, figuring out which parts you need, and how to get them, which in this case involves cooperation!" Which Aphra thought was highly overrated, but sometimes necessary.

"All your broken gizmos are missing parts you need to fix them, some of them are in your scrap box, the rest are in other people's scrap boxes, you're all bright enough to figure out the rest. Once you get your gizmo fixed you can work on your project some."

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 08:33 am
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Zack had been prepared for a bad day. Not because of anything going on today, really. Sort of. Kind of.

... Tomorrow was a week after his birthday, that was all. And it marked... It marked a really ugly anniversary. The kind of thing that never would have occurred to him to even observe as an anniversary, except that he still sometimes hurt when he moved, he still didn't know if Cloud had recovered from it all, he still, he still, he still...

His Usual Puppy had actually found her way out of her kennel on her own by the time he'd come in, and she was bumping up against his legs in a pretty constant reminder that she was right there as he went around the shop kind of mechanically going over his daily chores. And then someone had brought in what he could only describe as a ridiculous number of finches, who had that many finches?? and the rest of the day was spent trying to make enough room for them, and by that point there wasn't much time left to obsess over what tomorrow was or wasn't.

Which, again, was probably why Tseng had hooked him up with this particular business.

... And there he went again, right back into thinking about it.

[OOC: Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 08:21 am
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Nathan was making some interesting faces when he came in for his shift today. Over there, there were... apples. A lot of apples. A confusing amount of apples, really, considering this was a flower shop, not a supermarket. And over there, somebody had... carved the decorative gourds into flower pots?

Nathan was pretty certain that's what had gone on.

He briefly contemplated leaving a note for whoever did it that this was coming on into the season where people tended to buy decorative gourds just to increase the autumn ambiance around their homes, but decided to just leave it be. There was no accounting for the logic of Fandomites, after all.

What he did do was haul out an unused planter that looked a little bit like half an old wooden basket, dump the apples into that, and then set them out in the open doorway with a 'please, help yourself' sign. Maybe it would entice customers to stop by long enough to come in and look around, but he was pretty certain they weren't going to sell otherwise.

[OOC: Open!]

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