i'm walking on sunshine

[earnedmystripes]

Who: Kotetsu and Haruka
What: The emotionally stunted cynic meets the dorky, kindhearted altruist. Hilarity ensues????
When: During the summer festival Sometime early September
Where: ...the summer festival >.> some other festival

( woah~oh~ and don't it feel good! )

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[reckless_fire]

In case anybody was wondering--or hell, even if you weren't, I guess--the stuff you get back from those pulses, or whatever the hell you wanna call them? Looks like you can't get rid of them. I couldn't, anyway. Crap just keeps coming back like that stupid cat in that stupid song. So anyway, yeah, just FYI.

First flutter: text (word processor), backdated to... let's say Thursday

[butterfly_kindnesses]

[All right, Sarah tells herself, you can do this. And even more, you need to do this. It's starting to get noticeable.

So just type. You don't have to look at anyone that way, and you won't have to let them see you, and they won't have to listen to your 'um's.

Suiting action to thought, Sarah starts her message. Those reading it in real-time will notice frequent pauses and a few backtrackings.]

Hi.

I know some of you don't like to see this kind of thing on here, but I don't know where else to ask.

How do you pick a hair dye? Because I need it and I'm not sure where to start or what to do.

- εY3

[There. The butterfly can be her signature, her mark. This all started with those butterflies anyway, at least for her.]

A QUESTION! What's Going On Here? [Text]

[playerspooker]

I'd ask if this was all some kind of weird joke or something, but it looks like people have beat me to that particular punch. Or is this some kind of online roleplaying thing? Maybe some kind of viral marketing thing for a movie? (If it is, whatever they did to get these freakin' numbers stuck in my head HAS to be illegal...)

ACTION - Experimentally open post

[odd_jobs]

Who: ALL ARE WELCOME
What: WATER BALLOONS
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Outside of a small sidewalk cafe

Graduation has come and gone, leaving one last summer before a person really runs out of excuses and has to decide college or work. Many of his peers, and quite a few who likely managed a far better GPA are probably placing applications and writing essays.

There are those of the Numbers Club busily working out strategy, tracking movements and setting up things like safehouses and tracking resources.

Someone, however, is not quite so ready for either form of responsibility.

It's probably why, today, there's someone sitting up on top of the artifice on the busy walkway, an apron from Joe's Pizza Palace wadded up beside him.



More importantly, it's probably why a water balloon is dropping towards your head from above.


((OOC: Feel free to dodge, get hit, catch and retaliate or what have you. Or just enjoy it because it's a hot day. He's non-discriminatory about targets so ALL ARE WELCOME.))

[text\action] you are my candy girl

[sweetas]

[She starts out with a text post.]

We're having a sale at the shop where I work. I figured I'd invite people on the network. It's the Sugar and Spice Bakery; I don't know if anyone's heard of it? Anyway, I'd like the opportunity to actually talk to some of you. But I also figure if that's going to happen, it should be a public place.

We're giving out free samples of our homemade lemonade since it's been so hot lately, too.


( ACTION )