Salad, a panfandom dressing room

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Events ARE NOT MANDATORY. They're here for people who want them, but if you aren't interested then go ahead and pretend it isn't happening or that your character isn't affected. If you are going to participate, please place "Event [number]" in the subject header of your post and also use the tag "!event"

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RUNS FROM: November 9th -- November 13th
Questions in the comments.


So you've woken up in a strange and unusual location, snug in your strange and unusual sleeping...whatever it is you use, with the strange and unusual sun shining through a strange and unusual window. Or not, I guess, if you're a vampire or something. Quality service does not begin with guests burning to a crisp in their own room, after all.

Maybe this scenario is new for you, maybe it's not, but one thing's for certain:

Someone is really excited you're here.

And no, it's not the giant, multicolor crab you've got hanging around your neck. You are somehow vaguely aware that this is a native custom, but you're a bit fuzzier if the crab is actually part of it, considering it seems very much alive and also has a vicious death grip on your rough rope necklace. Attempts to remove it may not be worth the battle. It seems happy where it is, anyway. Whatever it is a happy crab looks like.

Once you're done with that, you might register the lopsided cloth sign with letters/characters/glyphs/schematics/whatever method of written communication you're most comfortable with plastered at eye line to the ceiling above your bed.

W E L C O M E, V I S I T O R !!! :D !!!
If the exclamation points weren't bad enough, there are drawings done in paint or something similar half-obscuring the letters, smiley faces and flowers and sickeningly cute stuff. Like a kindergarten classroom project gone horribly wrong. This may or may not have the desired effect on your psyche and general disposition toward the Island at large. Around the room are colorful streamers and graffiti. On the nightstand you might find a glass of water or juice of some sort, if you're the type who'd appreciate that. (Or alcohol, if you could just really use that drink right about now. Who cares that it's first thing in the morning. This is a nonjudgmental establishment.)

The rest of the inn looks remarkably similar to your room, so if you thought you'd be able to hide out there you are sorely mistaken. The entire place seems to have been barfed on by a rainbow. The lounge and the courtyard are absolutely bursting with food and refreshments, and whoever was responsible for the decorations apparently lost control of themselves here because there is an absolutely obscene amount of smiley faces happening.

Oh, and every now and then you might be the victim of a celebratory shower of fresh fruit, apparently from nowhere but ostensibly from the ceiling.

Outside the streamers and cheerful flags spread out a short ways in every direction, though you might still find random decorations anywhere on the island. Or in the ocean. Or a ridiculous amount of distance straight up into the sky.

Anywhere.

As every service professional knows, first impressions are everything.