fandomtownies | Three Minute Dates - Caritas

A sign was posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Tenth Anniversary Edition of
Three Minute Dates at Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

Just before 6:00, the lights went dark and a sole zombie walked out onto the stage and sat down at a piano. The zombie then started playing The Final Countdown, followed by the other zombies, all with violins to join in. And then GOB walked out onto the stage, holding and petting a lovebird. He then released the bird, which flew up toward the ceiling before somehow getting stuck in an air duct.

As GOB went into his spiel about how 3MD was a Fandom institution that he started and how he had brought so much love to Fandom with it and that the tenth annual (he still hadn't figured that part out) edition demanded the respect that a piano and not doing magic ("Unless any of the legal ladies out there want to see me make another lovebird appear," and yes, he was talking about his penis).

Meanwhile, the lovebird was still stuck in the air duct. As air rushed past the bird and into the lounge, some strange pheromones released by the bird were thrown back at the stage, where it reacted with the already strange combination of zombie smell and cologne used to hide the zombie smell on such a classy occasion, somehow generating a powerful love potion that would be making its way into the lounge, affecting people at random for three minutes at a time. Bizarrely, that was exactly how long each of the dates tonight would be.

Sometimes Fandom worked in mysterious ways. Mysteriously sexy ways.

"I call your names, you meet up with each other, talk for three minutes, and then you'll hear the sound of a zombie smashing his hands against a bunch of piano keys. Go ahead and do it," GOB said. The zombie started smashing the keys randomly. One of the other zombies joined in because a band was all about teamwork. "And that's how we start!"

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Lots of OCD ~~coming~~ IS UP. RANDOMLY ASSIGNED LOVE POTION IS MARKED IN THREAD TITLES WITH ONE OF THESE "*" AFTER THE AFFECTED PERSON'S NAME! For example: "Nick* / 3MD Participants" means that I will spend the next three minutes loving everyone who signed up. But not in a dirty way because that would be exhausting and I have a sister among the participants and eww.

Remember that you can also choose to be affected by love potion in any round(s) at your discretion. Also, the love potion can only affect people in the lounge during the dates. People at the bar and on the stage will not be affected. People who are affected will just be incredibly drawn to their date, flirt harder, maybe go for some physical contact more quickly, but they shouldn't necessarily go straight for making out. Unless you choose to have them go for it. The upper limit is player's choice.

As I'm going along, if I made an obvious mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. And remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.

GO FORTH AND PLAY!]

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As far as potential Final Bits of Fandom Insanity went, the Three Minute Dates thing probably came at a pretty good time. How bad could it be, when she probably wasn't even going to be here at all in a few more weeks? So, beer in hand (Not Coors Lite, of course), Angua made her way over to her first 'date' and braced herself for whatever may come to join her.

Hook himself sat down with a grin on his face. "Oh, good madame, I do believe we've already had the chance to meet. But I shall still introduce myself, and I am Captain James Hook, at your service."

And Angua's palm met her face for a moment, as she remembered not only why that name was familiar, but also the smell. It would figure, her first encounter would be with one of the two people they'd ever had in the cells for pretty much the majority of her term here on the island.

At least with this one she didn't have to fear asphyxiation.

"Ah, yes," Angua said, "I'm already familiar with your name from the amount of paperwork that whole debacle inspired. But, since we're being formal, Sergeant Angua. Here to try your....hand at romance this evening, Captain, or are you, like me, just a hopeless masochist?"

"Oh, a bit of both, a bit of both," Hook said, pleased as punch. "The fair miss Kūkaku hopefully did not generate too much of a bureaucratic nightmare for you, I hope. So much red tape would be bad for the constitution I imagine."

Fair miss Kūkaku? Angua had to wonder if they were talking about the same pyromaniac here...Of course, she might just be particularly bitter because all that gunpowder was hell on the sinuses.

"This place has a bad habit of being able to generate red tape even when there are no incidents to create it," Angua said, shaking her head. "It was actually somewhat nice to have an actual event on our hands, though I'm sure the Sheriff would beg to differ."

"Well if you're interested in events, sergeant, I can try to stir up some more if it'd give you something to do."

That got Hook on a bit of a laugh.

Ah, yes. He was one of those people. Really, Angua should have guessed.

"I think, overall, we'd prefer not to have any more permanent residents at the station that necessary, Captain."

It was bad enough Vimes never seemed to leave the bloody place himself.

"Fair enough," Hook agreed with a nod. "I prefer my windows without bars, by the by. So tell me, Sergeant, what do you do when not upholding the precious law of the constabulary?"

Of the potential answers, Angua realized most of them involved squirrel chasing, rolling around in the snow, and walkies.

None of which seemed very good answers, and so she shrugged.

"Not much. It's all fairly peaceful and boring and uneventful, which is mostly how I like it. And you? Teaching when not testing the limits of the precious law of the constabulary, right?"

"Teaching primarily, and defending my honor against unruly louts during my time off, you mean," Hook said with a smile. "But yes. Mainly I've been busy learning up on the modern world and decorating my fine apartment."

"Ah, yes, of course, I misspoke," Angua said, trying not to grin a little as the sound of the end of the round went off. "Well, I'm afraid hearing about your adventures in interior decorating might have to wait, Captain; it appears it's time to move onto another date."

And so soon, too....

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