icecoldfrost: (hard at work)
[personal profile] icecoldfrost
It was a Tuesday for Emma, although since her timeline was still moving slightly faster than Fandom, it was October for her instead of July. Which meant she was in class, and she was bored because yes, she already knew about the ramifications of different types of mergers. Unlike some people in her class, she studied. And read the teacher's mind, but details.

So she was going to play on Twitter under her desk. Like a mature adult.

Shine Bright Like A Diamond (@FrostyLady): Starting to wonder if @kisskiss has been importing foods into my Territory without telling me https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BtKc2uzCYAAb2iq.jpg #FH #NYCbitches #stepoffgirlfriend



[OOC: Open post, amuse me while I job search?]
icecoldfrost: (on phone)
[personal profile] icecoldfrost
All Emma had wanted was to catch a portal to Fandom and make other people feed her for the weekend so that she wouldn't have to live off ramen and Easy Mac. Not that hard!

Eight transfers and three days later, she was somewhere in Mexico with no local currency and two more hours until her next transfer, which should theoretically take her to Fandom. Luckily, the nice (and hot) guitar player was buying her drinks - which was going a long way towards keeping her from freaking out horribly - but Emma was willing to bet her next three tequila shots that it wasn't going to happen that way.

@FrostyLady: Stuck in bumblefuck Mexico, which is somehow still better than my last layover. Is it still Thanksgiving anywhere? #portalocityfail


[OOC: Open to alllllllll!]
thatsamilkshake: (z-wv-oh crap)
[personal profile] thatsamilkshake
Hey, you know what's a great way to wake up on the first day of Thanksgiving break? To a beeping, rolling alarm clock playing the local news for your listening pleasure.

Gooood morning, Missouri! This is Sam Sorbel with your West Coast weather report. Don't think you'll want to be hitting the beaches today; the ocean's looking mighty snarly out there, and there's a big black cloudbank on the horizon that tells me you surfers might want to stow your boards for at least the rest of the week...


There's nothing quite like being told by Google Maps that the state you grew up in never existed. No, wait, maybe there was: calling your mom in Tennessee, terrified you won't get an answer, only to breathe a sigh of relief at hearing her voice, say "Mom, it's me; something bad's happening. We need to get to Fandom, and you need to come with us," and hear back:

Who is this? How did you get this number? I appreciate my fans' support, but calling my home is over the line. ...Now look, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but I've never heard of anybody named Frank Peters, and I certainly didn't have two kids with him! If you want an autographed photo or a pin-up calendar, CALL MY AGENT. If you call here again, I'll press stalking charges. **CLICK**


Yeah, that was a little bit the same. Like having a piano fall on you and having an asteroid fall on you were a little bit the same. Sorry, other Chewie.

Which is why Francine was now on the dorm phone with Portalocity.

"Hi! Yes, that's right, two for Fandom Island. ASAP. Now would be good. Whatever, I don't care about stopovers, just get us -- SILENT HILL? Are you nuts? No, wait, don't put me back on ho----"

Which is why Francine was also on her cell, texting away like a madwoman. Or someone on hold with Portalocity. Same difference.



@f-cupcake: Half the US is gone. No one remembers. Mom doesn't remember DAD. Or me. #realityfail #warpedbyfandom

@f-cupcake: Trying to get back to Fandom but @portalocity wants to send us to a hell dimension for 3 days! #portalocityfail


[OOC: Open for angry portalocity tweeting, and/or sharing of info / check-ins with fellow worried FHers!]
fh_bde: (portalocity)
[personal profile] fh_bde
After the email was distributed to their millions of customers, the public relations office fired off a helpful tweet to let those who followed them on Twitter know:

Portalocity: Check out our new holiday deals!! http://ow.ly/7mvRR

More exclamation points meant you were sincere, right?

[OOC: Open to, nay, encouraging, the kind of Twitter flame wars we see when LJ is being similarly ingenius at public relations.]

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