Fandom Post Office: Saturday [28.07]

[norglomofnit.livejournal.com]

It was a very typical day at the Fandom Post Office.

Moist was sitting behind the desk, trying to resist the urge to bang his head on it. Today it was because the Post Office was slowly filling up with birds. Small ones, big ones, ones as big as your head.

They were fluttering out of the Sorting Engine. But not constantly, no, just every time Gladys went near it. "Gladys?" he asked, with no hope of actually getting an answer. "Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are near?"

"I Do Not Know, Mr Lipwig."

"Right."

To make matters worse? They were singing. Constantly. The same thing, over and over again. "I swear, this is the song that never ends," he muttered and gave in to the urge.

Head meeting desk actually provided a nice counterpoint.

The Post Office is open, but you probably don't want to come in.

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open, especially to daters]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

There was a sign posted at the front door:

G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Third Annual
Three Minute Dates @ Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

However, the sign fell over because GOB had bought really cheap sign-making materials. But if people didn't know about the event, that wouldn't necessarily stop GOB from roping them in.

On the stage at precisely 5:55 PM, the familiar opening of "The Final Countdown" blared and GOB strutted out onto the stage to set the mood. With illusions. There was the standard prancing and hankies and brandishing of knives, and it ended after a couple minutes with GOB wheeling a heart-shaped ring of fire out onto stage and releasing a flock of doves to fly through it.

After Tino got the resulting minor fire under control, GOB stepped up to the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, it doesn't matter who you are. If you're a dateless wonder or a complete slut, this night is for you. You'll get to meet several people of some gender and maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to convince them to come home with you. And that, my friends, is the magic--" a large blast of smoke went off behind GOB and a banner that looked much like the sign up from - aside from the fact that the banner had yet to fall apart - dropped down behind GOB, "-- of Three Minute Dates at Caritas. My name is GOB Bluth and I'll be your host."

"When I call your name and the name of someone else, you will find each other, look longingly into each others' eyes, and figure out whether or not you give a damn about whatever they're talking about. If you do, remember that for later because you'll have to do the same thing four more times and then it's a battle of trying to figure out who you want to do more! And if everything goes!"

"Oh, and we had way too many guys again so enjoy your gay dates. Oh, and Round 4 is the gay round so everyone have fun, especially the ladies!"

[OOC: Three minutes equals ten comments for our purposes. That's five comments per person. Try your very best to get it wrapped up in that time. You do NOT have to do these in chronological order. Do them as people are available. Just try not to Joss yourself.

Remember, if you slap someone, you will be teleported out of the club and will have to make your way back.

If you can't get through all of your dates today, you can slowplay, don't worry!

Any necessary announcements will be made up here.

OCD IS UP! Thanks and have fun!]

Book Haven: Sunday 10-2 [7-29-07]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Millie opened the store and set out treats for the customers. She was rather excited and more than a little nervous about the three minute dates for tonight!

Photo Hut, Sunday

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

Leo was working on a bigger, and better Help Wanted sign, than the current

HELP WANTED

sign that was already in the window.

Magic Box, Sunday

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

In order to distract himself from the nervousness regarding tonight, Robin was flipping through a book entitled: WHY? STUPID AND USELESS SPELLS. It made him giggle.

Now what should he wear tonight?

Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday all day

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel opened his eyes and found himself sitting on the altar, book in his hands. That wasn't usually where he would fall asleep, and it confused him somewhat. He also felt a little stiff, as if he had been sitting like that far too long. Eventually he shrugged though, jumped down and walked over to the kettle.

[I'm back from holiday. Gabriel is no longer a statue, although he doesn't realise that a week has passed. The church is open.]