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Did Aloy ever leave her elaborate lab and the woods to do anything else? Well. Today she was, apparently.

She'd brought the Sunwing with her, and seemed awfully busy using Dwight's gear to clean the dirt from between its hinges. Presumably, though, she'd stop for a moment if someone came in for actual services.

Presumably.

"I don't know how you got so many circuits jammed, just sitting up there all day..."

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not_of_the_nora

Aloy was taking her Sunwing out for a walk.

Or rather, she'd taken it for a flight around the island, just to make sure none of its joints rusted up and it got enough sunlight to fully recharge. They weren't quite done yet, but she'd gotten hungry. Eating in flight on top of an electrified bird-machine... well.

It didn't seem completely safe.

The Sunwing landed not far from the pond, planting its metal talons firmly in the grass. Aloy slid off its back, and stretched her arms. "I have definitely been in the air too long," she sighed.

Her knees felt wobbly.

[[ open ]]

throughaphase

Love was in the air! Well, not really. That was later. But metaphorically, love, air, etc!

Caritas was decked out for Valentine's Day, with bunches of heart-shaped balloons in strategic places, copious amounts of pink and red confetti at the tables (a conversation starter!) and heart-shaped string lights above the bar and stage. And don't forget the glittery pink banner:

TONIGHT!
THREE MINUTE DATES
IT'S LITERALLY ONLY FIFTEEN MINUTES OF YOUR LIFE

A few minutes before 8:00, Kitty took the stage. She was probably covered in glitter now. "Hello, everybody, and welcome to Three Minute Dates! If you've never done this before, the rules are simple. At 8:00 on the dot, we'll call your name along with one other person's. You'll get to know each other as well as you can in three minutes, and then the gong will sound and you'll get another name to meet. You'll do that for five rounds, and then if there's anyone you want to talk to more, you can meet up at the bar. Good luck, everybody!"

[~~Hold for OCD!~~ OCD is up! Your regular bar post will go up sometime Saturday for post-dates play!
The Bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC]

outofthequiver

Libby had set out into the preserve that afternoon (jeans on, hair pulled up, clearly ready for adventure) with the intention of wandering and exploring in the hopes to spark some sort of inspiration for what to write in the absolutely exquisite journal from Kurt's parents. She figures, a journal like that deserved to be used for something really good; maybe the wood would ignite that spark, and she would spend hours after finding a good log or a good rock to sit on, and just start scribbling away until ahe realized she couldn't continue because the sun was setting...

It wasn't really working.

She'd found a good rock (was in incidentally a favorite rock of a certain knight-hopeful's mighty steed? Perhaps it mah have been), and had settled on top of it, legs folded in front of her, pen in hand, journal open in her laps, but...nothing came to her. It wasn't that she wasn't inspired. There were about five different strands of writing tumbling around in her brain right now, but the problem was, none of them felt worthy enough to actually be put in the journal. It was a pretty special book, so what went into it had to be special, too.

So she mostly just sat there and let her mind wander, and didn't do much writing, though she did take some time to write in very fancy letter LIBBY'S JOURNAL and the front page and set to decorate it with an elaborate twisting of trees and flowers and vines.

[[ tentatively hoping for a managable work day; open for all your preserve-y needs! ]]

weirderthanthou

"Shouldn't they be back by now?" Jesse said warily, staring at the time machine... thing... sitting in front of them. On the curb. As one does.

The redhead beside her in the furs and the metal blew a strand of hair away from her face. "The tricky thing about time travel is that it's relative," she said. "I think. But I can give it a tweak, just in case something's going wrong on our end."

"Sure," Jesse said. "It can't h--"

Aloy slammed the blunt end of her spear into the machine with a loud thunk that would make engineers everywhere either nod in understanding or scream in horror. Possibly both.

"... That should do it."

There was a big flash of light.

[[ strike team! feel free to ping your return to this post. people who might still be hanging around town hall, feel free to boggle. as of now, you are all back to normal. ]]

imafuturist

Well, everything was incredibly weird, but they had an idea on how to fix it! Kind of. It just involved building a time machine to send people back to the nexus point for all these changes and guests.

If they put their heads together and didn't end up in a fist fight or something, it'd be fine!

Right? Right.

At the very least, there was the best equipment that Tony could get to the island on short notice in addition to his usual lab supplies. Just. You know. No one travel back to the 50's to live there, completely breaking the pre-established rules of time travel.

not_of_the_nora

One of the drawers in the counter was... squeaky. Aloy managed to ignore it for the first few hours of the day, busying herself with her latest upgrade plans for her spear. But the thing was...

She had to be in that drawer.

Repeatedly.

For glue, and wrappings, and--

"This is driving me nuts," she growled.

The rest of the day would be devoted to fixing the stupid thing. Ugh.

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not_of_the_nora

It was another Wednesday, and so time to-- well, do most of what she'd been doing anyway, but now at Fix 'n Clean. Aloy opened up the store early, and swiftly retreated behind the counter with a mass of electronic parts and metal.

She had plenty to do to kill the time. Maybe when the systems back at the house were finished, she'd get started on something portable.

She hummed a quiet Nora melody to herself as her fingers worked with the wire.

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not_of_the_nora

Aloy was still unclear on how she'd gotten roped into that-- night, last night. And while at least the night had ended productively, it had still left her with this strange, itching sense that she wasn't... doing enough.

That just being here was indulging in something they didn't have time for.

It was the thought of Beta that kept her from giving in to that feeling. Instead, she took it with her into the woods around the school, the first time she'd been there since she'd been a student. Her practice range might not be done yet, but here with the trees around her, the quiet, she could at least keep herself sharp.

Maybe even bring home some dinner for tonight.

She set a little course for herself-- up the trees, from tree to tree, down on the ground, into the pond, out of it, shoot a few makeshift targets she'd pinned up on the trees. It wasn't much, but it would do.

And so she poured all of that itch into her hands and feet as she grasped the branches of the first tree and pulled herself up.

[[ open! ]]

throughaphase

It was that time of year again! New people were here! New people to date, get to know, or perhaps make a mortal enemy of!

You never know.

Signs were hung up in front of the bar, both obviously, and easy to miss for anyone who might wander in and get signed up without their knowledge. Above the bar was a banner (in glitter):

TONIGHT!
THREE MINUTE DATES!
GOOD LUCK WBRURBODY

Your hostess wasn't gonna question it. And a few minutes before 8:00, she took the stage.

"Hello, everyone! And welcome to Three Minute Dates!" Kitty greeted them. "If you're new to this, the rules are simple. We call your name along with one other person. You talk to this person, get to know their likes, their loves, their dreams. After three minutes, a buzzer will sound-" Pause for the sound. "-and you'll hear your name paired with a different person. Et cetera. If there is anyone you'd like to talk to more, the bar will be open afterwards for drinks and conversation. Remember that any violence will get you transported into the pond, but also please don't attempt violence in order to flee, that is rude to the rest of your dates. Now I'm going to get off the stage. Have fun, and good luck..."

She trailed off, not going to attempt to pronounce the word on that sign.

[~~Hold for so much OCD~~ OCD up! Date away!
The bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC]

not_of_the_nora

The one condition for access to a living space had been that Aloy get at least one dayshift of work every week. She wasn't familiar enough - nor did she care - with local customs to realize that was unusual.

Dwight had given her a job, which meant access to tender and housing - that was all she really needed. And so she came in early, the beginnings of a motherboard and a sack of scavenged parts in her backpack, and grabbed a seat near the counter.

She'd be working on her computing project for the rest of the day, if no one came in.

[[ open! ]]

grenadesandohana

After classes were over (or roughly, it wasn't like he kept track like some kind of creeper), he put on his favorite Hawaiian shirt from the Shenanigans--the Hot Dog Bigfoots--and headed down to the beach.

In a little while, there were four fires roaring merrily: three on different grills with a variety of meats, one sequestered just for pork products, and one for vegetarian options. Steve'd even sourced some fresh ahi again and was feeling particularly pleased with himself about that.

The fourth fire was a cute little bonfire with neatly stacked rejected Shenanigan shirts placed a safe distance from it, along with buckets of water and sand for fire safety (and because McGarrett had 100 percent been a Boy Scout).

There were coolers of drinks including one of beer with a sign--"If you are from the HS and take a beer at a cop party, you're dumber than we thought and are v sad for you"--as the only disincentive.

Come on down, Fandom! Say goodbye to the summer. Eat food, drink beer, get rid of polyblend if that's your thing...

[OOC: Open to everyone!]

alwaysonguard

It had been a week. And it had taken a lot out of Dwight, so he wasnt planning on being too productive. And the random sputtering of fire, which thankfully seemed to be staying away from the shop for the most part, was making it interesting too.

But he knew he couldn't just sit around. He had things to do. There were few projects he really should be at least trying to work on. Paperwork to fill out and send in. Inventory to do and orders to place.

And there was the other little thing of finally looking at getting another pair of hands to help out around the shop. it was a new semester, new people on the island.... and while he wasnt sure how many of the students would be interested in handyman work, he figured there was no harm in putting up the Help Wanted sign anyways.

So, with the sign hung in the window, the front door open, the shop was open. If anyone needed him, he would be around somewhere, trying to be productive and keep his mind from wandering too much as he did.

not_of_the_nora

There was a deer stuck in the hill.

Aloy had been out hunting, as per usual, or rather practicing: she'd had breakfast earlier and genuinely killing something seemed wasteful. But her quiet, graceful sneak had stopped rather abruptly when she'd seen it. The deer, that was.

It was embedded in the hill up to its hind, but it didn't seem to be... buried. No soil had been displaced on either side of it, and it didn't seem bothered about its precarious position. In fact, it was moving as if it was walking.

It just wasn't going anywhere.

"I... don't know if I should put you out of your misery," Aloy said slowly.

Even the Focus wasn't any help. Its scans only told her that the deer was there, upright and walking as if it was standing on the small hill itself. She had no idea what to make of any of it.

[[ open, but slow today ]]

sharp_man

Anybody walking past Caritas would have spotted a sign out front:

Caritas presents:
THREE-MINUTE DATES

It was written in a calligraphy that was decidedly at odds with the fact that it was done in neon marker on a bar sign.

Inside, tables had been set up throughout the bar, with little candles just a shade nicer than they probably should have been on each one. The zombies were wearing pinstripes (except for the drummer, who was inexplicably wearing a bowtie) and playing their way through a collection of swing music. On the bar were an assortment of snacks, mostly nice cheeses and crudités, with slices of good, crusty baguette.

At eight o'clock sharp, Hannibal took to the stage in front of the band and nodded to the assorted guests. He was dressed in a lovely burgundy and red plaid three-piece suit with a pink shirt and blue paisley tie and pocket square. Somehow, it worked on him.

"Welcome to Caritas this evening, and thank you to the staff for hosting us. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter, and tonight we are hosting three-minute dates. I hope that many of you will be participating. I am obliged on behalf of myself and this establishment to advise you that we are not liable for any inconvenience or damage you may incur. Hopefully those will both be kept to a minimum, however. Rude behavior is frowned upon." That was a mild but serious look he was giving you all preemptively.

"This is an opportunity for you to meet and make friends, and perhaps spark something more. It will work like this: I will announce pairs of people. You will go to the tables indicated and meet, and you will have three minutes to introduce yourselves and do whatever you like, within the bounds of legality and public decency. Then the band here," he gestured at the zombies, "will begin to play, and you will wrap things up before I announce the next pairings. You will each have five dates. Should you wish to spend more time together, the bar will remain open afterward, and we encourage you to remain and mingle."

He smiled and spread his hands. "Please, enjoy."

[Each date is five comments per person; if you need one or two to wrap things up, that's cool, too, but keep it short in the spirit of things. Regular bar post for post-3MD mingling should be up Saturday, but this is going up early for great timezone justice.]

~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up! Have at!

not_of_the_nora

Yes, Aloy knew she didn't need to hunt to get by in this place. But not doing so made her restless, made her worry that with every minute on this island she was losing more of her edge.

So she spent her morning in the wooded area, hunting rabbits. Mostly for sport, choosing to startle instead of kill, but in the end she'd taken just one as a breakfast reward. She'd skinned it before leaving for the park.

Upon arrival to the park, she'd got a small fire going in a sandy area. She was sitting by that fire now, pushing pieces of rabbit meat onto sticks. Pushing sticks into the ground to hold those rabbit skewers when she was done with them.

She always thought about Rost when she did this. So she was smiling.

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fh_spareparts

The shadows didn't want to budge. They liked it here, and they liked their toys, and maybe they would like to reach out, sometime, and bring in more...

Because the island would let them do that, wouldn't it?

It would be oh-so-cosy.

[[ FINALE POST! ocd up. ]]

white_oleander

Aloy had gone and mentioned fire and the ocean, and so now Astrid couldn't help thinking that there was still a much better place to hide that damn fish than the far back of Tip's closet. She'd spent a good portion of the day preparing, finding something that would make a good funeral pyre, plenty of sticks and kindling and kerosene.

So much kerosene. She didn't want to leave it to chance that this thing didn't get a good fire going. Which was going to be great for the environment as well as their peace of mind, really...

She had asked the team to meet her there at the beach as it started to get dark, so they could best enjoy the light of the fire, and she set up the little boat with the fish on it at the edge of the water. She had a box of matches in one hand and a long stick in the other, so she could nudge the flaming fish out into the water safely as they sent it on its way in true Viking fashion.

At least, true to the stories Astrid had grown up with. She looked up from the fish to her teammates. "Would anyone like to say a word?" she asked, feeling like it would be an appropriate time for some sort of send-off speech, but she herself couldn't think of anything much.

[[Astrid's here with her teammates, of course, but open beach is open, for anyone else wanting to pay their respects or do other beachly things]]

wouldbenagus

Quark's had been taken over.

Mona had immediately replaced the bouncers Quark had on guard with appropriately cocktail-laden ~~NPC~~ dabo girls, after checking to make sure they could both reasonably control their new powers. The banner and sign out front had been removed, and the sign above the bar now had accurate information, or as close as Mona could get to accurate, considering how often Quark liked to replace real liquor with the synthesized stuff.

Quark was busy pouting behind the bar, when he wasn't being interrogated by his new self-appointed manager.

"Now," Mona said. "What exactly was in the cocktail that opened that portal?"

"That's a proprietary recipe," Quark said. "I couldn't possibly reveal it to anyone but a trusted friend."

"I will rip your ears off. Slowly."

"It had bloodwine in it, I can tell you that!" Quark gave her a nervous smile, even as he covered his ears protectively. "I don't really remember all the rest. It got very distracting in here very quickly!"

Mona stared at him, clearly unimpressed. "Get out this 'bloodwine', then," she said. "We'll simply have to experiment until we get something right."

[open!]

not_of_the_nora

Another semester, another pointless trip. Aloy would've rather stayed back in her room, but her research on the portals had been largely exhausted.

Maybe a change of scenery would give her some ideas.

(Or at least something interesting to poke at.)

So she was out nice and early, bringing with her nothing but a small bag and her spear. If anyone asked, it was a walking stick. "Okay, let's get this portal here already."

Patience wasn't always her strong suit.

[[ tripees, assemble! ]]

omgnochecksyet

Just when you thought it was time for the island's collective consciousness to maybe move on from the whole sharkicane thing... along came Homecoming! Well, the theme was actually "Under the Sea", but like the Student Council wasn't going to have glitter-encrusted sharks feature heavily in the decorations? Please.

Of course, it wasn't just sharks: there were plenty of glitter-dolphins, and fish, and ~~octopuses~~ ~~octopi~~ octopodes too. Jellyfish-shaped lights hung from the ceiling, and strategically-placed LED projectors were set up to complete the underwater ambiance.

[ooc: OCD is a go!: Arrive/Mingle | Photographs | Food/Punch | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Homecoming Court | OOC ]

not_of_the_nora

Getting Rost to go to the school or the hotel was a fool's errand - Aloy had known that from moment one. In fact, expecting him to look anyone but her in the eye was likely to be a problem. Probably? None of these people were Nora.

She'd never seen Rost around people who weren't Nora before.

And so for two nights in a row, Aloy'd gone back to camping out in the preserve, by the fire.

"There must be a way to clear this barrier of yours," Rost said. "Some machine we can kill, something the Goddess demands of us..."

"Well, she hasn't told me anything yet--"

"Aloy!"

Him and his bloody devout-mindedness. Aloy rolled her eyes. "I haven't figured anything out yet," she amended. "But we'll get out of here. With time."

"This place makes the hair on the back of my neck rise."

"At least we're agreed on something."

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justice_undone

The sun was out, brightening the day, and in the a tend was set up, with a banner on it that read:

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2017

Inside was a buffet table, offering a wide variety of food, a grill for those who wanted barbecue, and plenty of tables and chairs. And shadowy corners, for those who preferred that.

There were no warning signs up for glitter.

not_of_the_nora

They had given Aloy a room number - somewhere in that big castle to sleep. She hadn't trusted it; no sane person would immediately trust some strange place that they wandered into, where people she didn't know seemed to know her.

So she had set up camp for the night in the middle of the woods. She'd made a fire, and her clothes were warm enough to sleep in. Now, she was awake, alert, and hungry.

She should be working on finding a way home. Not that she was aching to go back; it was... nice, walking around somewhere where people didn't shun her on sight. Where she could have a conversation, no matter how strange, about something.

But Rost needed her. The old man would never admit it, but she could see the sadness in his eyes sometimes. He'd be frantic right now, tearing through the Embrace trying to find her. Aloy sighed. "Going back the way I came hasn't worked," she mused to herself. "Maybe I should go looking for another arch..."

[[ open! ]]

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Fix 'n Clean, Wednesday

The Park, Thursday Afternoon

Three Minute Dates!- Caritas- Saturday before 8:15 pm

Out and Around the Preserve; Saturday Afternoon [01/07].

Outside Town Hall, Saturday Evening

Stark Industries, Friday

Fix 'n Clean, Wednesday

Fix 'n Clean, Wednesday

The Preserve, Sunday Morning

Caritas- Saturday before 8:15 pm

Fix 'n Clean, Wednesday

The Beach, Monday afternoon

Fix & Clean- Friday

The Preserve, Tuesday Morning

Three-Minute Dates: Caritas, Saturday night

The Park, Sunday Morning

In and Around the Woods, Sunday Afternoon

The Beach; Early Friday Evening [06/22].

Quark's, Saturday

The Causeway, Saturday Morning-ish

Homecoming 2017, Community Centre [Saturday Evening]

The Preserve, Sunday Morning

Parents' Weekend Meet & Greet, Friday afternoon, The Park

Somewhere in the Preserve, Sunday Morning

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