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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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After the past three dates, John was feeling rather good about himself. He took another drink and settled in for the next one.

"John." After what she had to deal with earlier, this was a welcome surprise, as Angua came to sit down at the table across from him. "If I remember correctly, yours was one of the few of these I actually found pleasant last time."

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, earnestly. "I try not to make this sort of cattle-call too horrid on the other person."

At which point his phone gave the 'you have an incoming text message' noise. He sighed. "Unlike Sherlock, apparently."

"Having him text you on that things must be almost as annoying at my world's version of that device," Angua noted, trying not to grin as she tilted her head. "Possibly."

"It's not always that bad," John said, good naturedly. He was going to ignore the texts for as long as he could manage, thank you. "Still. Speaking of bad and not too bad--" yes, he was still smooth, "--how have the past months treated you?"

His phone informed him he had another message.

"They've been some of the quietest months I've had on the island, actually," Angua was clearly pleased to report. "I couldn't have asked for a better send-off. How about yours? Plenty to keep you busy, I imagine?"

Said, of course, with a glance toward his phone.

"You know, 'forgetting' that at home before coming here might have worked."

"It might," John agreed, "But the chances of Sherlock getting in trouble while I'm gone do tend to go up. Just... pretend it isn't there."

Like John would be doing! For at least another two minutes!

"It has been quiet, though."

Three Minute Dates - Caritas - Saturday night

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