Around Town, Saturday Morning

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Bright and early Saturday morning, approximately a million flowers were delivered to people's doorsteps. And Wesley, for one, was going to be smelling like flowers for weeks.

Life was hard.

( 'Rose' is never going to look like a real word to me ever again... )

[[FLOWERS! Lots of thanks to selfhelphero for the template and whatall! Names are in alphabetical order by last name (or first name if you don't have a last name), and if I skipped one or missed an edit or anything, poke me and I'll fix it ASAP! And feel free to react in the comments. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! ...EARLY!]]

Valentines Dance, Town Hall, Saturday Evening

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

The town hall had been transformed into a ballroom fit for a queen (and/or king. Or multiples thereof). The ceiling was resplendent in ribbons of royal purple, gold and white, and castle murals adorned the walls.

As they entered, tonight's guests were offered their choice of crown or tiara. Over by the photographer who doesn't have a thread because that's what happens when you post at 6:30 in the morning, there was a pair of thrones set up to really complete the theme.

And- of course there was glitter. Really, people, did you even need to ask?

Anyway, the doors were open, the punch was as of yet unspiked... welcome to your 2012 Valentines Ball, Fandom!

[ooc: ocd up! up early for timezones and because i was awake already anyway. second post will go up later if/when it's needed! here, have some links for great threading justice: arrival/mingling / punch and food / shadowy corners / chaperones / dance floor / ooc ]

The Boards, Saturday, All Day

[furnaceface]

For the record, Jonothon hated everything.

Today, Jono was sitting in the office at the Boards, scowling. It wasn't that he was impervious to the whole sex pollen thing. As a matter of fact, the opposite was very much true. And, as he'd been unable to do things like breathe whenever he'd been caught up in that sort of thing in the past, this was his first time actually getting to feel the effects of it without having to pick up on the psionic feedback of it from others.

Jonothon. Hated. Everything.

He was fully planning to spend today looking distinctly uncomfortable at the desk, going over catalogues from Dite's, because there were costumes that needed to be ordered for the show, and then they'd need alterations, so they were on a bit of a deadline and... and... shut up, okay? Just shut up.

The flowers that he'd gotten were nice, though, so at least there was that.

[Open Boards are open, cranky Jono is cranky, OCD is long gone and away.]

Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

At the store today, Topher was working on writing a couple of scripts for that AI that he and Tony had been working on. This had him... a little flustered.

And he occasionally excused himself for five or ten minutes at a time to run into town and pick up more free food from the dance.

Shame? Topher knew not of what you spoke.

Magic Box [Saturday, February 11th]

[secretheritage.livejournal.com]

Cassie was at the store and was arranging and re-arranging things inside. There was something that was bugging her and she couldn't figure out what was wrong. She kept stopping and staring into something into space, before snapping herself out of it.

Maybe she'd call Deborah after her shift and go work on something to get rid of the excess energy.


[[OOC: The OCD is busy with the pollen particles]]

Portalocity Office, Fandom Branch, Saturday

[answer2bheard.livejournal.com]

Okay, so there was a dance tonight, and Jim had been lined up with a blind date, which was kind of exciting, and kind of... weird. Back home, he was very much a minority, and it was kind of difficult to date within the species. Which he was sort of a fan of. Not that he judged anyone who wasn't, sure. People came in all sorts of weird and wonderful shapes and sizes and all of that. But he had enough trouble wrapping his head around girls in the first place, never mind alien ones.

So, gold star to Fandom for being full of human-shaped ladies.

He was going to just spend his shift at the Portalocity Office wondering what in the world he was supposed to do to keep a human-shaped lady that he didn't really know entertained for an evening.

While skilfully ignoring a mess of complaints that kept going to the company's voicemail. While he didn't really agree with Portalocity's customer service policies (or lack thereof), he was pretty sure that organizing the interdimensional delivery of several million exotic species of man-eating flower bouquets was not actually his job.

[Open!]

Cafe Luke's, Saturday

[zoocitizen]

Zinzi came into the kitchen and immediately saw that the cook, the dishwasher, and the busboy had all stolen all of each other's stuff. It was like they were bound together in a giant kinky ball of lost things.

She rolled her eyes and walked back out to the main dining room. She did not have the kind of patience to deal with those three, today.

Today's specials
Lovers' Beef Burgundy Filet
Stewed tomatoes with dumplings
Alsatian chocolate balls

Luke's was open.

[ooc: and OCD free, as I will be in and out]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani wasn't sure what came over her, but she was in the mood for a nice, long gallop. Maybe it had been too long since she'd given the horses a proper workout? She didn't care what it was. For now, she was just going to enjoy the ride.

The Gig is open, though the owner might not be back for a while.

Valentines Dance, Town Hall, Saturday Evening - Post II

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

The streamers were looking a little droopy, the food tables were somewhat picked over, there was probably more glitter on the floor than the actual decorations, and the punch was most definitely spiked by now... but the night was young and the party was still going strong.

[ more arrival/mingling / punch & food / shadowy corners / chaperones / dance floor / ooc ]

Three Minute Dates - Caritas - Sunday night

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

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

That's right. It was time for Three Minute Dates once again. Come one, come all, for your speed dating and getting drunk before speed dating!

At 8:00 promptly, the lights went dark. And then, The Final Countdown began... but there was no GOB. After a minute, he rushed the stage in a panic. "Wait, this is tonight? Isn't this [microphone feedback] usually on Saturdays? Wait, today's Sunday? I have no [microphone feedback]ing idea what day it is."

"Ahem. Thank you, everyone, for coming out here out tonight. This is Three Minute Dates. And I am, of course, a Matchmaker Named GOB." He waited for applause..... and then continued. "When I or somebody else, probably Tino, who knows? calls your name, find a table with the other person whose name was called and get to talking and see if you want to make babies within three minutes. Because after three minutes, you'll hear this sound."

A zombie keytarist hit a key that started to play a recorded sound of bed springs... springing... suggestively. Love was in the keytar, apparently.

"And that's when it'll be time to move on to your next date. Got it? Good. Now just remember, if you're a lady 18 or older who doesn't like your options, I'm a solid backup plan. You can find me at the bar after the dates, or just come on up whenever you want."

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

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

Epic OCD is beginning. For the love of god, please wait until I'm done. complete! Epic thanks to mouthy_merc and also_audrey for helping get the OCD together.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Sunday, but if you need to finish things up on Monday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up on Sunday. is up!

I may pass out now.]

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, February 11th

[nookiepowered]

So, guess how Bo had paid for her morning coffee from the Perk, her morning bagel from Jeff's, and her morning paper from Turtle & Canary? (...Sorry, Mrs. Nahasapeemapetilon. If it helps, he broke off the kiss halfway through and started muttering about legally changing his name to Slime Q. Slimedog. Again. Bo didn't ask.)

Bo also didn't know they made skirts this short, but you learned something new every day, and when she saw it in the Pixie Dust display window.... well.

You get no points for guessing how Bo paid for it.

In conclusion? Your bartender was feeling slightly guilty (only slightly; everybody lived, after all), slightly cold (...skirt), slightly hot (it was hot in here, right? It couldn't be just her), slightly confused (she was, after all, used to this particular condition, just not to how fast it seemed to be bouncing back after a top-off), and slightly... hungry. Again.

"Hey there, Tiny. How you doin'?"

Oh, dear.

[OOC: Laaate, sorry, headache ate me.]