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With classes over, and no new kids to worry about yet, Cara was deeply bored behind the bar tonight.

Not, however, bored enough to help Tino with whatever it was he was doing with all those buckets. She did make sure there was no glue handy, because she'd learnt that lesson with the glasses.

[Open.]

wrongkindofsith

Cara had spent most of the previous week back in the Midlands with Richard and Kahlan... because reasons, and things there hadn't gotten at all awkward at any point... because reasons, so she had no idea why Tino was looking so sadly at a bucket.

Surprisingly enough, she didn't much care, either.

[Open.]

wrongkindofsith

Cara was awesome, thanks. Not that she had any reason not to be, and if you asked that's exactly what she'd tell you. Awesome.

Never mind that her hand had barely left her agiels, or that Tino had placed himself as far away as possible from her while still being behind the bar without her even having said a single word to him all night.

[Open!]

zin-the-matrix.livejournal.com

Simulation 45y was failing.

Angry red lights were going off everywhere. Along with claxons. Too many claxons. Zin were running around, trying to shut off one claxon after another.

There was a lot of yelling.

And pods kept opening.

That was inconvenient.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! npcs here! ]]

wrongkindofsith

When Cara arrived for her shift, Tino proudly showed off his glass castle that covered half the bar to her, and if pressed, she had to admit that it was both very large and not falling over.

Then she'd gone to take a glass off the top (because he'd used all the shot glasses and more than a few of the others) to pour a drink for a customer, and found out why it wasn't falling over.

So now Tino had several bottles of nail-polish remover and was attempting to un-glue all the glasses while Cara glared at him.

[Open!]

notgetkilled

( Spoilers for The 100 1x06 )

Bellamy whipped around, expecting to see Finn behind him, ready with a lecture on being more careful but there was nothing. He was alone. Alone and in a completely different place. There weren't any trees surrounding him, no dirt beneath his boots. He still had his gun and he raised it defensively, not sure what the hell kind of trick this was.

Bellamy knew there were parts of Earth they hadn't yet explored but this was impossible. There were buildings in the distance, well kept and bright. They looked lived in. It was hotter here than it had been just a minute ago and Bellamy felt perspiration slide into his eyes.

A noise caught his attention and Bellamy turned, eyes settling on the ocean nearby. He'd heard about these on the Ark, even seen the massive blue masses from space but to be this close to one? Impossible. There was no way.

Where the hell was he?

[ Open, of course. Bellamy's on the boardwalk, confused as hell and holding a gun. Please note: he most likely won't give the gun up but he does know how to handle it and might take you as a threat at first. He's not going to shoot anyone. ]

Current Mood: confused

wrongkindofsith

There were no sharks, gummy or otherwise, behind the bar today, which Cara supposed was a relief.

At least until Tino decided to start using shot glasses like building blocks, which predictably fell victim to gravity, then she could have used a shark or two.\

[Open, no ocd.]

wrongkindofsith

Whatever insanity had infected the island last week, seemed to have worn off, so Cara was anticipating a less damp shift. What she wasn't anticipating was that all the bottles in the various fridges would have vanished and been replaced with tray after tray of shot-glasses filled with blue jelly and shark gummies.

After glaring at Tino and receiving protestations that these weren't his handiwork, and a dubious taste-test to see if there was actually alcohol in them, Cara sighed and got out the specials board.

Special
Shark shots

[Open, no OCD.]

wrongkindofsith

Cara was having something of a trying evening. It had taken her very little time to realise she was having one of those shifts.

There had been an astonishing number of townspeople arriving at the bar who she'd had never laid eyes on before. With disturbing regularity they'd order something they obviously couldn't handle, act as if Cara was the least bit interested in hearing their life stories, jump on the stage to start singing, and to cap it all off, they'd declare undying love for her and kiss her. Or rather, attempt to kiss her.

Then, after she'd trudged all the way back from the duck pond, there'd be yet another idiot at the bar, ready to start the whole thing over.

At least it was a relatively warm night.

[Open, no ocd.]

Current Mood: frustrated

wrongkindofsith

Without any classes to prepare or students to torment for their own good, Cara was bored. Mind-numbingly, bone-deep bored. Bored enough to let Tino start experimenting with the drinks again.

But not bored enough to actually risk drinking any of them. Save that for the customers.

[Open, no ocd.]

wrongkindofsith

This morning's gremlin bite still hadn't worn off yet. You could tell by the fact Cara was wearing almost the exact same outfit she'd had on in class (just less sweaty), and that she'd actually shown up at all.

Right now she was pouring shots of brightly coloured spirits into a blender along with milk and ice. "They're fruit liqueurs so they're healthier," she cheerfully explained to Tino.

Um, no, Cara, that wasn't how it worked.

Special
Half-Off Smoothies.

[Open. No ocd.]

wrongkindofsith

After last week, Cara had made it clear that Tino was not allowed to experiment with anything on nights when she was working.

Somehow, this had resulted in Cara deciding to experiment with various drinks to see what happened. So far all it seemed to be doing was making her drunk, very quickly, with varying degrees of palatability. Success?

[Open, no OCD.]

wrongkindofsith

Cara was in a relatively good mood as she began her shift tonight.

Then Tino arrived, bearing a pizza box and proudly unveiled his creation for her approval.

"No."

[Open, OCD free, and whhhhhhhhhy?]

wrongkindofsith

After some mostly unavoidable absences, Cara was back behind the bar, trying to remind herself it was a good thing she'd been small and fuzzy enough for the island's weirdness to pass her by the last weekend. She hadn't cracked open a bottle of something strong enough to distract her from her thoughts yet, but she was eyeing one pensively.

Special
1/2 price on drinks that don't need aging.

[Open, no ocd.]

wrongkindofsith

Cara was in a pleasant enough, if confused, mood as she took up her place behind the bar tonight, a large book full of diagrams in front of her.

It was uncertain how long this mood would last though, as Tino kept offering her notes with party ideas on them.

[Open, no ocd.]

wrongkindofsith

Given Cara's usual attire, the heating system thankfully seemed to be working properly today, and she was deep in preparations for tomorrow's final.

That was precisely what she was doing. She certainly wasn't leaning back against the wall and watching Tino doing all the work. They just happened to look exactly the same.

[Open, no ocd!]

wrongkindofsith

Normally Cara wasn't the kind of person to constantly keep her phone nearby. Or on. Or even charged most of the time. A decision which was more than justified by things like the start of the month.

Except tonight she'd brought it to the bar, and was either keeping it within arms reach, or actually had it in her hands, fiddling with it. She wasn't even sure what she was doing.

Half-Price Drinks
You know why.

[Open, no ocd!]

wrongkindofsith

Cara wasn't precisely cheerful as she took her place behind the bar tonight, but she was definitely far more relaxed than she'd been since break.

Relaxed enough to make up a specials board that at any other time might have been unwise.

Special
Drinks with dirty names, 1/2 off.

[open, no ocd]

wrongkindofsith

After skipping her shift last week due to evil shopkeepers, which she considered a perfectly reasonable thing to do, Cara was back behind the bar. Mostly.

Sometimes she was back in her apartment, or making the trek back to the bar from there, and at least once she'd rapidly switched between here and there. But for the most part she was behind the bar. In a wonderfully cheerful mood.

[Open, no ocd.]

needfully-yours.livejournal.com

Somewhere behind the fog, the sun was setting. The Fandomites had long since lost track of time, but Leland knew, instinctively, that day had turned to night. The way he knew that all of the items he had sold those wretched humans had been destroyed. They would come for him, now, content in their victory.

This was a serious setback, to be sure, but they had won a battle, not the war. They could pretend to lock him in a cage. It wouldn't change the end.

Leland Gaunt poured himself a glass of Bordeaux and waited.

The windows and doors of the shop had been boarded over, in an attempt to convey just how very closed the store was. Leland didn't imagine it would give them any real pause, now.

( Arresting Leland Gaunt! )

(OOC: This post is set Friday evening, after all the items have been smashed -- feel free to continue smashing your items, IC, we just wanted to post this early so all the time zones had a chance to play!

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nuclear_snide

So, everyone had hopefully been notified, and now they were gathered and gathering, and Bob waited as long as he could for them to arrive before he stepped up to the front of the room and set off a burst of golden light to get their attention.

"Thank you all for coming." He projected his voice around the room. "In case you hadn't noticed, there's a lot of bad magic out there," he said dryly. If anyone hadn't noticed, he worried about them. "We've been looking into it, and we've tracked down the source, and if you listened to radio yesterday you know it's Needful Things and Leland Gaunt. He's been selling cursed items, often for the price of special or magical items in turn. What's new is that we've found out how to break his hold."

He paused very briefly ~~for dramatic effect~~ to let that sink in. "In order for someone who's got a cursed item to be free of the curse, they have to destroy the item." He stared around the room seriously. "THEY have to destroy it," he reiterated. "If anyone else breaks it for them, they will wither and die. If they don't break it, they will wither and die."

He leaned forward. "This is a very nasty breed of curse, rather like a poison. It's insidious. It will take them a lot of energy to break it, and it's going to hurt. They'll be weakened. You'll probably want to get them to the clinic. Also, because it operates on a psychic level, their recovery will be influenced by their mood. They'll need positive reinforcement, reassurance. 'Hug it out', as the saying goes."

Whatever. At least he wouldn't have to do that part. "Now, we know of a few people who've been sold cursed items. We've gone through radio broadcasts to get a list of everyone who was spotted entering the store. We'll need help to cover them all and make sure everyone has someone to try to snap them out of it. If you're willing to help, raise your hand and Four here can match you with someone. Any questions?"

[OOC: ~~Just a sec for the OCD!~~ Up! Have at!]

Current Location: Town Hall

wrongkindofsith

Tino was refusing to take all the green decorations down, despite the fact that Cara was pretty sure that whatever celebration they'd been for was over and done with.

Still, given he wasn't trying to inflict more horrific 'treats' on her, Cara was inclined to leave them be for the time being.

[Open, OCD free.]

wrongkindofsith

There were tubs of swollen, colourful... things in the fridges behind the bar, and from the looks he was giving her, Tino was both responsible, and wanted her to try out his handiwork. Since it was obvious she wasn't going to get any work out him until she did, she fished a bright red thing out of what smelt strongly of alcohol mixed with fake fruit.

It tasted like sugary burning.

[Open, no OCD.]

pursuedthestars

The last time Jim had been on the island had been when it'd been in full bloom and filled with all kinds of lustful students, teachers and townies. It hadn't been a bad time at all. Coming to the island today didn't evoke any of those feelings in him but he didn't mind all that much. It was still a good enough place to get away from his life back in Iowa.

He wandered into the Perk, flirted a bit with the pretty girl behind the counter before taking his drink and sliding smoothly into a seat near the window. He kicked one foot up into the air and slouched backwards. Being here was a nice way to run away from the issues back home. It was nice to ignore that he was going nowhere and doing nothing. Not that anyone knew that about him. He kept it pretty securely to himself.

It was a good way to try and not think about Starfleet and his father and how that seemed to be one of the few things that was actually keeping his attention. That wasn't supposed to happen. Not now, not ever.

Jim sighed and sipped the drink.

[Open]

Current Mood: apathetic

wrongkindofsith

Cara was almost cheerful as she started her shift tonight. It was amazing what spending the tail-end of sex-pollen week and the spring break trip with your girlfriend could do for a girl's mood, even if the trip did involve being trapped on a ship surrounded by a number of vaguely terrifying foods and fabrics.

So rather than casting death glares at all the green, she was content to lean back and keep an eye on the bar. Also Tino, in case he decided to try playing with gremlins again.

[Open, no ocd.]

wrongkindofsith

Tonight, Tino was very wisely staying as far away from (a still sneezing) Cara it as was possible to be while still remaining behind the bar because someone was Not Happy.

Even with cold baths and sequestering yourself away from people, it turned out that emotional relief only went so far when what you needed, what you had a desperate, bone-deep craving for, was a physical one.

Not to mention ending up in the duck-pond multiple times within the first hour of her shift because some incredibly stupid people could not take a hint was only adding to her good mood.

[Open, no OCD.]

wrongkindofsith

Caritas was such a cheerful place tonight. It was cold, dark, and the tiny fire next to the stage did little to combat either. With their amps not working, the zombie band's musical offerings consisted of not much more than plinking, and Tino had sent so many pathetic looks in her direction Cara had sent him home early.

Plus the power had gone out right when Cara's show had gotten interesting.

Really, the specials board said it all.

Nope

[Open. no OCD.]

wrongkindofsith

Cara had, in her infinite wisdom, decided to try and catch another episode of that show from last week. Because reasons.

Now, because she couldn't start a barfight without ending up in a freezing cold duckpond, she had taken a bottle of something that looked like water but burned going down in a way no water should, and was slowly but steadily demolishing it.

At least there was ice for everyone's drinks this week?

[Open and OCD free.]

wrongkindofsith

There was no ice for anyone's drinks tonight. Because Cara needed it. For reasons.

Reasons that had ~~everything~~ nothing to do with the fact she'd been bored enough to try to watch something on the television earlier and had received a prompt reminder that the universe hated her.

So there was no ice. Not tonight.

[Open, no ocd, link spoilerly for this week's Agent Carter.]

wrongkindofsith

"No." That was Cara's final word on the matter.

No, Tino, they were not going to try to sell anyone eel-infused cocktails.

No, Zombie Band, you could not keep that dead eel as a mascot or a pet. It wasn't even a zombie eel, just a dead one.

[Open, no OCD]

sith_happened

"Let's do something normal!" Anakin said in a voice that sounded nothing like Obi-Wan's, making a face as his lightsaber sliced through a kriffing flying eel. "Let's go see a movie! Nothing weird will be zooming around the island with their own kriffing anti-grav units trying to eat us or mate with us or whatever the frell these things want."

Another eel shrieked as it launched itself at Anakin's ankles. "Oh, shut up," he snapped at it.

Anakin had really wanted to see the latest movie about the short people and the dragon, okay?

[OOC: So open.]

Current Mood: annoyed

wrongkindofsith

Caritas was very, very quiet tonight. Possibly because anytime anyone went to open their mouth, Cara told them 'Try and I will make you regret it.'

Clearly this was going to be a very cheerful shift for all involved.

[Open. No OCD.]

wrongkindofsith

Theoretically, Cara was drawing up class plans between customers.

In reality, most any customers who showed up were going to be directed towards Tino, while Cara's papers remained infuriatingly blank.

[Open, yo.]

wrongkindofsith

Normally Cara spent her shifts mostly ignoring Tino except for when it was necessary to order him about, and completely ignoring the band. Tonight, however, she was not only making conversation, but also numerous requests of the band. Particularly songs that involved lots of percussion.

This change in behaviour had absolutely nothing to do with the fact Tino was very obviously hung over.

[Open and OCD-free]

wrongkindofsith

Since she didn't really have anywhere else to be, Cara was behind the bar for her shift tonight tonight. Alone. Because Tino had pouted at her until she'd told him to get out of there. Mostly to spare her eyes from the sight of Tino pouting.

Which meant he wasn't around for her to ask if it was normal for everything to suddenly taste like peppermint.

[Open and OCD-free]

wrongkindofsith

If Cara had been inclined to defend herself as she made her way back behind the bar, accompanied by the squelch of wet leather, she would have pointed out that she'd gone several whole months before she'd thrown a single punch. But as far as she was concerned, there was no need to defend herself, as that punch had been completely warranted, even if that idiotic spell thought otherwise.

There was also the part where the only person around to hear any hypothetical defence was Tino, which, no, regardless of his bringing out that recipe book. "I don't care that it's also the name of a drink."

[open and ocd free]

wrongkindofsith

There was fire burning in the sink behind the bar. An oddly acrid fire. Meanwhile, Tino was protectively clutching a Snuggie to his chest and eyeing Cara with an incredibly hurt expression.

Truly it was a mystery what had occurred here tonight.

[Open and OCD-free.]

wrongkindofsith

The thing about living in a manner dangerously close to sad hermit was that you mightn't necessarily notice when the island was acting strange than usual. Though, even if she had been paying more attention, Cara currently had a more pressing concern in that the beer taps were currently not working properly, the liquid coming out much stronger and less fizzy than usual.

She sighed and made a sign.

Special
Half price spirits.

wrongkindofsith

Once again, Cara had had to sign for a misdirected shipment of alcohol. Unlike last time's various bottles of brightly-coloured, candy-flavoured lethalness, this was apparently poultry flavoured.

Not the one named after the bird. It said it right there on the label 'Turkey-flavored'. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do with it, but there was probably someone on the island stupid enough to drink it.

Which would probably be why Tino was getting several very significant looks right now.

[open and ocd-free]

wrongkindofsith

There were no squirrels with facial hair issues at the bar tonight, but that didn't mean Cara was having a peaceful night.

"I'm not giving you cookies. I've never killed you." And at this rate she wouldn't be especially sorry afterwards if she did.

pursuedthestars

Sure, Jim had just been here for Homecoming but what was one more quick trip out, right? He liked this place and it saved him from having to deal with his completely up in the air future. It also helped that the coffee was really damn good too. He couldn't really get a place like this back home.

So, Jim was in the Perk, big cup of coffee (flavored with mint because it was the season), kicked back in front of the window and watching people pass on by. It was getting colder and grayer, a harbinger of winter if there ever was one.

Jim sipped his coffee and wondered if he could just come back here and bum around for a few years. It'd give him something to do and he'd be happy.

And probably bored.

Jim sipped his coffee again. Hmm.

[Open place/post]

Current Mood: contemplative

wrongkindofsith

Tonight, Cara was not doing her usual very bad job of pretending she wasn't ignoring Tino. Instead she was having a very off conversation with an off-duty squirrel (currently soaking in bucket of rum) about something called 'Movember' and whether it counted when your face was already covered in fur.

How was this her life?

[open, ocd-free]

wrongkindofsith

A large, mislabeled delivery that was apparently supposed to be delivered across the country awaited Cara today. Upon opening it had turned out to be filled with bottles of "Halloween"-flavoured liquor, in various eye-searing colours.

So, against all better judgement, Cara was taking one for the team tonight and trying out the various colours to see what Halloween tasted like.

Thus far, pretty vile, she was going to need some kind of palate cleanser.

Mystery Shots! 1/2 Off!

wrongkindofsith

With a large chunk of their potential customers (and the manager) out of town, it was looking to be an even quieter night than usual.

So Cara was entertaining herself by trying to figure out just how much force she could flick peanuts at Tino with before the anti-violence spell kicked in. So far it hadn't.

wrongkindofsith

Tonight, Cara was not trying to master any of the various skills that it would have benefited her greatly to learn before getting a job in a bar.

No, tonight she was trying to convince one of the customers that no, the place only sold drinks, not weapons or armour. Also, no, she wasn't interested in buying the random rocks, plantlife, and clothing they'd claimed they'd found in the preserve. Furthermore, if they tried rummaging through people bags again, or so much as thought about coming behind the bar, she would be throwing them out as roughly as the non-violence spell would let her.

wrongkindofsith

Cara was not talking to Tino this week, largely because she still hadn't forgiven him for signing her up for those dates last week.

Of course giving him the silent treatment meant she also wasn't going to ask him what a 'jigger' was. Or a 'muddler'. Or what any of the oddly shaped glasses in the bar were named.

Let's just say there was a reason for tonight's special.

Pre-Parent's Weekend Special

Anything served in its own bottle - 1/2 price.

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Jessica walked into the bar right before 8:00 and strode up to Tino. "It's not happening, okay? I'm not signing up. I'm here for a drink. That's it. Maybe some spectating."

Tino handed her some notecards and pointed to the stage where the band was starting to play. "What is this?" A spotlight swung out to the bar to focus on Jessica. "Wait. No."

Tino nodded.

"Fuck you, Tino," Jessica sighed. But whatever, she was just hosting all of a sudden. It could be worse. She walked up to the stage and started flipping through the note cards. "Not reading this. Not reading this? Who was this even written for? Anyway, it's Three Minute Dates. Find each other, talk to each other, you'll hear some kind of noise, and apparently the names will be shown up here on stage. Great! So I don't even have to stay up here and read every... Dammit, my name's up there, isn't it?"

From the bar, Tino shrugged.

After this was over, Jessica was going to web Tino's pants in such a way that he wouldn't be able to get them off for hours. That would show him.

[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.~~ HAS ENDED! GO FORTH AND LAY YOUR SEED. Um. Wll, not right away. Maybe later. Talk first.

If I made a blatant 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. 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 things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

wrongkindofsith

Having finally conquered the cash registers to her satisfaction, this evening Cara set her sights upon beating the bar taps into submission as well. Because that was a totally normal attitude to take towards technology.

Also, shut up, she meant for the glasses to be half-full of foam.

wrongkindofsith

Considering her experiences in taverns had been largely confined to drinking or fighting in them, Cara's qualifications for her new job may have been somewhat dubious, but at the very least she'd turned up promptly for her first shift behind the bar.

Of course, anyone who actually wanting equally prompt drinks tonight might find it easier to order directly from Tino, as Cara was likely to just make him to do anything more complicated than opening a bottle anyway.

wrongkindofsith

The woman in the Perk wearing only a singlet and shorts had no memory, no name, and no money (but that was okay because the staff didn't remember if they were supposed to charge or not), and she'd woken up on a park bench this morning.

This had actually been a step up from yesterday morning, as she actually remembered going to sleep there, as opposed to waking up on an unfamiliar couch in an unfamiliar apartment with no memory of how you got there and discovering on closer inspection that the apartment belonged to some kind of deeply depraved (yet thankfully absent) person. There had been a catsuit hanging in the bathroom and a harness with two-...no she wasn't even going to think about those.

Needless to say, she'd made the fastest exit possible.

[ooc: open!]

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