Alana wanted to get to Dante's beach party, but she couldn't stop herself from lingering in the shop a little later than she normally did. It was, after all, her last shift after almost three years in the shop.

She felt like she had a story for every inch of the shelves. The cookbooks that sometimes smelled like food; the romances that got very uncomfortable to be around when sex pollen was in the air. The crossword puzzle books that she'd caught filling themselves in more than once.

She made one last round of the aisles, checked her locker to make sure she'd cleared out all of her stuff, and then headed for the door. she was almost there before she felt an unusual weight around the hems of her jeans and looked down to find books sticking to her, as if they were covered in velcro. When she tried to pull them off, they just clung tighter.

"This --" she said, stomping until the booskfinally fell free -- "is way too symbolic, come on."

[OOC: Late but open!]

not_a_moonie

Alana was at work today. That wasn't unusual.

What was unusual was that she was there as a freaking pony. Which was sort of nice in some ways -- the functional wings made reshelving high things easier -- and completely annoying in, oh, every single other way.

She sighed as she trotted back to the front counter, morning shelcing and cleaning duties done.

"I cannot wait until I'm off this freaking island."

[OOC: Open shop/post.]

not_a_moonie

Alana heard music as she unlocked the shop door.

We were at the beach
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock
Was a rock lobster

"Cute," she said, though the song got less cute around the tenth time she heard it, even after she turned off and unplugged the song system. And then she noticed hard-shelled reddish crustaceans racing each other around the cookbooks.

Obviously, something was going on. Alana wasn't sure she got paid enough to figure out what it was.

[Open shop, open post!]

fjordicswagger

The bulky booze reserves Tamsin had reeled in during their last stop had no real end in sight. So great was their wealth that this time around, they'd actually just put wine and beer barrels out to function as tables across the community center.

The decorations were nice, though. Just a dusting of gold and blue glitter, nice tablecloths, and a wide selection of food. That was all you needed, right?

[ocd up!| Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Food/Open Bar | Dance Floor | Dark Corners | OOC]]

not_a_moonie

Midway through the morning, Alana realized she hadn't seen any evidence of other people opening the shop in quite some time. Which made her realize that, oh yeah, hiring some people would probably not be the worst thing for her to do before she left at the end of the summer.

She made a Now Hiring sign for the window and settled at the register with a bag of kale chips and a serial killer novel. It was gearing up to be another productive day.

[OOC: Open shop, open post! Shifts are open for any day but Wednesday.]

not_a_moonie

Thanks to the wind from across the causeway, all the books in the store seemed to be covered with a fine dust of candy particles. Alana didn't think that was going to be much of a problem until she held a a paperback copy of War and Peace for too long and had to practically scrape it off her hands.

After that, she wore gloves for the rest of her shift and made a new sign for the shop door:

BEWARE OF STICKY BOOKS.

[OOC: Open shop/post.]

not_a_moonie

Alana spent her shift today ignoring the kissyface noises coming from the romance books (seriously, ew) in favor of doing some online shopping for a Valentine's dance dress. It was one of her last high school dances, and the first time she'd been a free agent for this particular holiday; she figured it'd be fun to dress to knock 'em dead.

[OOC: Open shop/post.]

fjordicswagger

Right. Tamsin had spent the past hour or three killing things in front of the community center. It was getting old.

Luckily for her, she still had the megaphone.

"HEY!" she barked. "ANYBODY WHO WANTS THIS STUPID BRAIN-SQUEEZER TO GO AWAY AND CAN KICK SOME ASS, GET OUT HERE."

This also alerted every monster in the general area, but she didn't care.

"IF YOU CAN'T KICK SOME ASS, BUT YOU KNOW SOME CHILDREN WHO LOVE CHRISTMAS OR WHATEVER, OR YOU KNOW HOW TO PARTY, MAKE SURE YOU GET TO THE COMMUNITY CENTER BRIGHT AND EARLY TOMORROW."

She lowered the megaphone and cleared her throat. Loudly.

"OKAY, NOW LET'S MAKE THIS TOWN SAFE."

[[ FIGHTY POST! ~~hold on for the~~ ocd up! ]]

not_a_moonie

Being ponyfied had been enough of a distraction that Alana hadn't given her Santa hat too much thought before she got to work, but now that class was over she was getting really annoyed by it. An ugly hat she didn't choose for a holiday she didn't celebrate was bad enough just on principle -- but the fake fur on this thing itched.

She pushed it as far back on her head as she could manage and tried to focus on unpacking a box of books. The fact it was sappy Christmas romances really didn't help her mood.

[OOC: Open shop/post!]

not_a_moonie

Alana didn't get sick very often. She knew abstractly that she probably should have -- new planet, different germs, yada yada. But either luck was with her or Landfall's germs were close enough to protect her, because she couldn't remember the last time she was sick.

Until today.

It wasn't even that she was really sick. Not see-a-doctor sick. Not even call-in-sick-to-work sick. No, her cold was more the sniffle-a-lot-and-feel-gross kind of sickness, and she hated it. A lot.

She, and her box of Kleenex, were going to be permanent fixtures behind the shop counter today.

[OOC: Open shop/post.]

not_a_moonie

The shop had amped the craziness up just in time for Alana's shift again. Last week, it had been pumpkin spice: This week, some paper bats that had been hung as Halloween decorations were fluttering about the store, landing on the tops of bookshelves and occasionally dipping down to zoom in front of Alana.

She wondered if it was some kind of wing joke, but discounted the possibility on the theory jokes were traditionally at least a little funny. Instead, she chased down the bats she could with a net and let them go outside. A few remained high in the store rafters; Alana put on a hat to keep them out of her hair and ignored them as best she could.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

not_a_moonie

The entire shop reeked of pumpkin spice today. After a while, Alana tracked the smell to some errant scratch-and-sniff cookbooks that she sequestered in a FREE box outside the store, but that did it: She was officially Over Fall.

She opened the windows and tried to pretend the chill didn't bother her.

[OOC: Open shop, open post. And la, this was never in the wrong comm, what are you even taking about?]

not_a_moonie

Somebody had decided the world needed a thousand-page regency romance that somehow also involved sexy vampires.

Alana didn't like that person very much. It wasn't so much the book itself -- though what she saw of it seemed dull -- as it was the fact she had to unpack dozens of copies of it and put them on a high shelf. Her arms were sore before she was halfway done.

The book of love is long and boring, she sang resentfully. No one can lift the damn thing. It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing...

Singing her way through it did not make the task any more fun.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

halfaclink.livejournal.com

The sky was clear and the temperature was nice, and the park was once again filled with tables and, hopefully, parents. After all, there was so much brunch food waiting for them, it would be a shame to let it go to waste. There was also a table exclusively for mimosas. Thanks, Frank. Also on that table were cards reading "If You Know How To Banish the Astral Projection of an Elder Demon Clown, See Frank Doyle." It was probably a joke or something. Don't worry about it, just sit back, sip your mimosas, and do what the big glittery banner said.

HEY PARENTS: HAVE SOME FOOD!

not_a_moonie

A meeting room at the community center had been nicely appointed for an evening show of students' work, with pieces hung on the walls and a small stage set aside for monologues and musical performances. The food wasn'tquite as abundant as it had been the day before, but there was still plenty of cheese, crackers, crudités and non-alcoholic beverages to go around -- plus some wine for anyone who was or could pass for 21.

And, of course, there was glitter on every horizontal surface. Some traditions were important.

throughaphase

There was a sign on the front door:

CARITAS PRESENTS:
3 MINUTE DATES

At eight on the dot, the zombies began playing lounge music, and Kitty stepped out onstage. After being here four years, being present for several of these things and even participating in a couple, it was her first time actually announcing this thing. Weird.

"Welcome to Three Minute Dates!" she began. "Hopefully you signed up for this, and if not, then Caritas is not liable for any discomfort, annoyance, or soaked belongings that may happen over the course of the night. When you hear your name, find the person you're matched with. You'll have three minutes to get to know them, and then there'll be a... I don't know, a gong or a buzzer or whatever, and then you're on to the next date, for a total of five rounds. If you like someone, the bar'll be open afterwards to get a drink and maybe get some more time with them. So with tha-"

And with that, an air horn sounded almost directly behind Kitty, from an overzealous zombie who had just learned how that worked.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, why did that just happen."

[Ten comments = three minutes, five per person. You don't have to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

~~OCD beginning! Do not ping in before it's done or I will smack you.~~ OCD up! Thanks

craftyladyparts for the assist!

If you find something wrong, it's Nick's fault. Get him on AIM or the OCD and it'll get fixed.

Most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish up on Sunday, you do you.]

not_a_moonie

Last week, Alana's work shift had led to a very nice evening with Dante. This week ... who knew where it would lead? Even if she didn't get an exact repeat (which frankly seemed unlikely), the memory was enough to get her to go to work and attack the usual store-cleaning and book-shelving tasks with a spirit of optimism.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

not_a_moonie

So apparently she had a new boss or something? Alana's main worry was that the new person would cut into her trashy novel reading time, but she figured a good show the first few days would help preclude that. So she spent her shift dusting the high shelves, the ones she usually skipped, and trying to look alert and helpful.

She more or less succeeded.

[OOC: Open post.]

not_a_moonie

Shockingly, Alana wasn't in the best of moods today. Johnny taking off didn't help, though she could only argue so much with somebody who wanted to go be a hero. But she was starting to feel like her life was a long litany of goodbyes -- Johnny, Celia, Raleigh, her first roommate Danny. Even her freaking mother had taken off.

Alana knew it was crazy, but it still felt like it must have been something about her that wouldn't let her hold on to people.

A good therapist might have helped, but Alana wasn't the type to think of that. She aggressively cleaned and reorganized the shelves instead, and made plans for a gym visit the second she could shut down the shop. If she exhausted herself enough,she wouldn't be ableto think about this stuff.

[OOC: Open shop,open post!]

not_a_moonie

After the shifting realities of the not-Matrix, it was good to be back to the solid realities of places in Fandom that Alana knew well: Dorm room. Classroom. Bookstore.

Today the coffee table books seemed to be somehow tacking themselves into tiny actual coffee tables, but ALana figured that was what she got for working in a Fandom bookstore. She claimed one of the stacks as a footstool and kicked back to flip through the latest cheesy YA series she was reading. This one was about werewolves.

[OOC: Open shop,open post!]

not_a_moonie

Alana hadn't planned on committing any crimes on her way to work that day. But then the maple syrup kept blowing under her umbrella somehow, and there was a rickshaw abandoned on the sidewalk, and the I Never game was still fresh in her head, and, well ...

She was peddling away on the rickshaw before she could overthink it.

It turned out rickshaws were really fun to drive. Alana wondered half-seriously if she might be up for a second part-tme job driving one as she unlocked the shop and started unpacking a crate of supernatural romances.

[OOC: I never strikes again! Open shop, open post.]

not_a_moonie

Alana liked a lot of things about working at Book Haven. She liked the way crates of new books smelled, all fresh paper and promises. She liked the quiet of the shop as she tidied in the evenings. And she liked the chance to read dozens of books she never would have fond her way to without the job.

But today, Alana's very favorite thing about her job was that it was inside a real building, with walls and a ceiling and air conditioning. She could shut the door and be alone; she could put what was left of her morning smoothie into the fridge and not worry she was taking up somebody else's space, or that it would get stolen right out from under her.

After a few days in a yurt, all of that was bliss.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

not_a_moonie

The bookstore seemed strangely cold and foggy today, and Alana kept hearing footsteps where there weren't any people. A bat fluttered overhead before disappearing into the rafters, never to appear again. (Which made sense, because the shop didn't really have rafters.) The overhead lights flickered, seeming to turn to candlelight every time Alana looked away.

Alana wasn't sure, but she suspected the strangeness was centered on the giant box of Gothic romances that had arrived at the shop today. It certainly seemed ten degrees colder to the touch than anything else in the store.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

smilestopscars

There was a small chance of rain on the island today, but as the weather was still warm enough, that had not stopped the school administration for having the customary brunch outdoors in the park. It just meant some more canopies had been set out, to protect both the alumni as well as all the food and drink on offer from any possible rain.

There were flowers and streamers in blue and gold on tables, as well as perhaps some tasteful glitter.

Okay, more than enough glitter. Sorry, bad habit.

not_a_moonie

Alana hadn't been to the shop in what seemed like weeks, but the good news was it didn't seem like anyone had bothered to fire her, either. She highly approved of this management technique.

Once she'd dusted off everything that seemed to have gotten grungy in her absence, she put together a new display of books about outdoor adventures. (With a couple books about climbing mount Everest near the center because everybody loved a good disaster story.) Parker and Eliot's class was inspiring that way.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD.]

not_a_moonie

Alana hadn't quite made it back to the island Saturday. There'd been this early shopping trip to Baltimore that had turned into a comedy of errors, and, long story short, she'd ended up crashing for the night at a house party hosted by a couple who were way too into Space Battles. It was late Sunday morning before she landed in the Perk, sipping on a vat of coffee the size of her head and wondering why there seemed to be kids all over the place.

[OOC: Open post!]

not_a_moonie

Alana was bored at work, and her internet browsing kept turning up April Fool's Day jokes. She decided to play one on Johnny.

Her first mistake was that it wasn't actually funny. Her second was playing it today, when the island had a prank of its own in mind.

Unaware of any chaos she might have caused, she waited a while after leaving the message, then -- concerned she hadn't gotten a response -- called Johnny again.

not_a_moonie

Between the island being back to normal and Johnny having gotten over his flu, it felt like an excellent night for a date. Alana wasn't totally certain why they picked a date that involved the world's most hideous shoes, but she figured she'd look at it as a learning experience.

"So," she said, once her feet were appropriately shod and ugly. "Just for the record, using powers is cheating."

[ooc: for that guy, please!]

not_a_moonie

It took Alana a while to figure out what was wrong with the shelves at Book Haven today, but finally she hit on it: All the covers were green. Not a universal primary green, but a range of hues from soft yellow-green to minty pastel green to a deep forest green, with some teal and hazel sneaking in as well.

She wasn't sure why the bookstore was celebrating a holiday she barely understood, but it seemed harmless enough. She just hoped they'd be back to normal by next week.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

not_a_moonie

On a whim, Alana had decided to try to hate-read 49 Tints of Ecru at work today. She was a bookseller, right? It was part of her job to keep up with what other people were reading.

She could tell from the very first page that other people had terrible, terrible taste, wouldn't know good writing if it hit them in the face, and seemed to prefer their romantic heroines personality-free. The book was so bad she kept reading just to see if it ever got any better at all.

It didn't, but eventually she hit a part that her sex pollen-addled brain thought was actually hot. And any chance she was going to be a productive worker bee was shot for the rest of the day.

[OOC: Open store, open post!]

myownface

It was Valentine's Day, and love was in the air! Or pollen. Love pollen? Something like that, anyway. It wasn't like the holiday cared any, after all. Not when there was a dance to be had. And this year's dance had just the thing to take everybody's mind off of that pesky pollen!

That's right, dancing. Which, to the uninitiated, might seem a bit redundant for a dance, but Town Hall wasn't having any of that. The whole place was decorated to look like a dance club, complete with funky blue mood lighting and laser lights. Glowsticks were optional, glitter was everywhere and might or might not be an excellent excuse for boykissy, and the music tracks tonight seemed to be a selection of Marvin Gaye and Barry White music... Along with a selection of songs from Lords of Acid.

One did not question the dance. The dance knew what music the students needed today.

[ Arrival/Mingling | Photographer | Punch & Food | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | OOC ]

not_a_moonie

Alana had droid baby Jethro at work with her today, which worked for her surprisingly well. The baby liked being read to, and the bookstore offered an almost inexhaustible supply of picture books.

She only shut the screaming droid in the storage room for a sanity break once or twice.

{OOC: Open shop, open post.}

not_a_moonie

The books in teen fiction were jostling each other for shelf space. Alana wasn't sure how they managed physical jostling without elbows, but she'd learned not to question these things: She was just going to wait for them to be done and then reshelve the losers.

She did segregate the paperbacks from the hardbacks as best she could, though. That wasn't really playing fair.

[OOC: Open bookstore, open post!]

not_a_moonie

It was a cold, windy day outside -- the perfect day to curl up inside a big sweater and sip at hot cocoa while you paged through a romance novel.

So that was exactly what Alana was doing at work today. Sometimes life really was that simple.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

not_a_moonie

"I missed you," Alana announced to the books when she came into the shop. Going home had been a good move; not only did it give her some necessary distance from possession, but it had been juuuust annoying enough to remind her why she went to boarding school in the first place.

Still, she'd missed some things. Like her friends, and pizza, and cell phone reception, and the shop. She went around straightening displays, touching the books as lightly and familiarly as if they were old friends.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

not_a_moonie

When Alana got to work, she went to stash her suitcase in the storage room. She was leaving for her trip back to Landfall straight from work, and going back to the dorms just to pack seemed depressing.

It was a little weird how excited she was about it, she thought. She'd been so sick of home that she'd gone to boarding school on a different planet, but after 15 months away a few weeks surrounded by familiar people and familiar sights seemed like the best possible idea. She'd already planned out her first dinner at home, down to the brand of juice she'd buy and where she wanted to go for dessert afterwards.

She was musing over the dessert selection again as she pulled the storage room door open and saw Hershey's Kisses in multicolored wrappers tumble forward, cresting almost at her knees.

Ah, Fandom.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

not_a_moonie

Alana found herself staying at the shop a little late. She wished she could say it was because she was working on some awesome project, but the truth was she'd gotten distracted reading a terrible sci-fi romance and then had to scramble to catch up with all the stuff she was supposed to do to start with.

But. Now the shop was tidy, the register was squared away, and Alana just had one late-arriving special order to track down before she could go home.

[OOC: Open but Tate's thread is first!]

not_a_moonie

Alana screwed up her face at the shop's latest shipment of cookbooks. She'd seen novelty-shaped cookbooks made to advertise branded products before -- one shaped like a jar of mayonnaise that held mayo-heavy recipes, or one shaped like a can of tuna where all the recipes relied on the fish. It struck her as a little gross, but whatever. But this box held a book shaped like a bloodbag ("101 Great Vampire Treats!"), one shaped like brains ("Official Zombie Cookbook") and one shaped like the outline of a human ("Soylent Green for Everyone").

She was going to shelf them quietly and hope it was a joke. The other cookbo0oks all seemed to be shifting to the far end of the shelves, as if to give the new display plenty of room.

[OOC: Open shop/post.]

not_a_moonie

A muffled series of thumps and squeals came from the back room at the bookshop today -- but, every time Alana poked her head in, all was still.

Books really shouldn't have been able to look guilty.

Alana finally locked the storage room door and went back to touching up the shop's Halloween display.

[OOC: Open bookstore, open post!]

myownface

Upon entering the Town Hall tonight, dance attendees might notice a very definite theme tonight! A very definite, very sparkly theme tonight, with enough glitter strewn around the place that there were, in fact, glitterdrifts piling up around the edges of the dance floor. Everything was glittery, or sequiny, or rhinestoney, with a sort of sci-fi punk sensibility about it. Ish.

You'd be surprised how difficult it was to find 'Glitterpunk' as a genre on google for reference.

Welcome to Homecoming 2014
GLITTERPUNK!

stacyexperiment

Soooo the carnival was out this year, due to that whole murder carnival this summer. But it did bring the arrival of the Homecoming Fall Festival, which was open nice and early for everyone to get playing around and mingling. You might even be enticed to come in just by the dulcet sounds of the zombie band playing at the concert stage. Yeah, that was a thing that was happening.

There was plenty of new fall-themed stuff going on to see and explore, and who doesn't want to catch up with everyone who's come into town for the weekend? Come one, come all, and remember to stick around for the parade! Because this was a town full of stairs and that was gonna be interesting.

Oh and you were almost guaranteed to leave with glitter on your person but you knew this job was dangerous when you took it.

[Food | Tables | Pick a Pumpkin | Petting zoo | Music Stage | Corn maze | Hay bale obstacle course | Homecoming parade | OOC | Post II]

not_a_moonie

Alana spent her shift toggling between trying to chose a Homecoming dress, and sketching out possible float designs for the parade Friday.

If her work got rather ignored in the middle of all that ... well, it was understandable. Though the books didn't seem to think so; there were faint whimpers coming from the children's book area, as if they felt neglected.

"I'll snuggle the board books later," Alana promised, and went back to sketching.

[OOC: Open bookstore, open post!]

not_a_moonie

It was a quiet day in the bookstore. No shipments of funny things, no moving books, no strange appearances or disappearances ... really, it was enough to make a girl nervous. Alana spent most of her shift waiting for something to happen.

Nothing did, except a faint but persistent aroma of candy corn that permeated the air.

[OOC: Open bookstore!]

endsthegame

The school had instructed everyone going on the fall break trip to gather up at the causeway late on Sunday afternoon.

There was a little designated area for the luggage to the right, while students and teachers could gather up on the left. There'd been an instruction about winter wear in the invite, too - hopefully everyone had complied, considering their destination.

Now it was just a matter of waiting for the portal.

[[ open for all trip-goers. first trip post will go up later today. ]]

not_a_moonie

There must have been something in the air after Professor Adler's class yesterday, because when Alana got to the shop she realized the books in the "relationship" section were getting .. frisky. She never would have thought rubbing pages together could look obscene, but today she was getting quite the education on how wrong she had been.

She tolerated it for a while by staying at the other end of the store, but when some of the literary fiction started sliding over to join the fun, she dropped a cloth over the shelves and turned the music in the shop up loud. It seemed to her like a bookstore should be at least mostly family friendly.

[OOC: Open bookstore post, no OCD!]

voiceoverdue

The place was set up and appropriately glittered, Cecil was in his very best tie and well-trimmed furry pants, there was plenty of food for before, after, and between, Foucault was guarding the punch bowl against spiking, and all the equipment was ready - now they just needed the people!

This was so exciting - almost like a PTA meeting, but with fewer lethal hazards!

[ooc: ocd ~~on its way~~ up!]

Current Mood: excited
Current Location: Community Center
Current Music: tbd

not_a_moonie

The day that would greet Fandom's visitors was sunny with just a hint of fall crispness in the air -- perfect weather for reunions, or for almost anything else. A large tent set up in the park had been decorated with balloons, streamers, and a few minor drifts of glitter. Of course there was plenty of food, as well as tables, chairs and shadowy bits for parents, relatives and friends who fancied a quieter start to their weekends.

A large banner hung at the entrance to the park read:

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2014

[Registration & Security | Food & Drink | Mingling | Shadowy Bits | OOC. Have at it.]

not_a_moonie

Having dinner with Johnny occupied a weird middle ground in Alana's mind -- it wasn't a date exactly, but it also wasn't remotely platonic. Whatever it was, it seemed to be worth looking cute for, so she wore a silky patterned sleeveless top, fitted jeans and high boots. (Also goosebumps, because it was possibly a touch too cold to go out in sleeveless things.)

She poked at her phone idly as she waited for Johnny outside the restaurant. She had a mild addiction to Buzzfeed quizzes.

[OOC: Mainly for Johnny but can be open.]

not_a_moonie

Not a lot of D. Oswald Heist's work made it to Book Haven, and the copies they got tended to be weird versions that had been badly adapted for an Earthling audience. But today was Alana's lucky day, because not only was there a whole set of original editions of the Bloodsuckers of the Robot Kingdom series packed deep in a box of boring literary fiction, but it included a new book that she hadn't read yet. So now the only decision Alana had to make about how to spend her day -- once she was done with the boring parts involving actually keeping the store running -- was whether she wanted to dive right into the new one, or start from the first book to refresh her memory.

She went with the new one. Countess Robot XIV had been tied up and thrown in a rocket bound for Sextillion at the end of the last book, and there was no way Alana could wait however long it took her to reread a couple hundred pages to find out how she got out of that one.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

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.]

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Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

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Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

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