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Originally, this was going to be a much smaller event, but then Fandom had to be Fandom and Portalocity had to be Portalocity, and now Zoe was wondering if there would be enough food for everyone or if she'd have to get things from the local restaurants.

For the moment though, everything was set up nicely. There were tables and chairs set up with blue and gold tablecloths, each covered with glitter from years of use. There were balloons, streamers, and other slightly tasteful decorations, also covered in glitter from years of being stored with things that were also covered in glitter. Don't worry, no one had died from a glitter overdose yet.

Once the food was set out and the (non-tainted) punch was ready, it seemed like things were as good to go as they'd ever be. If things got too crowded, hopefully a fire marshal wasn't among the folks who had come back to town.

[We appear to have broken the post, huzzah! Please use these links to get around: Arrive/Mingle | Food/Drink | Dancing | Shadowy Corner | Corner of 2005 | OOC]
[identity profile] makemyownway.livejournal.com
Like so many weekends before it, the calm of a September Saturday morning was interrupted by the unscheduled opening of a portal in the park. This one sprang to life in a blaze of blue and gold and a burst of glitter before settling into something more stable.

The first to flood out were a score of squirrels, followed by some alots, a few teal deer, and some gremlins who had left Fandom to seek their fortune through biting. Then humans, humanoids, and those we never asked about too closely came through the portal.

Welcome back to Fandom, alums! Even if you hadn't planned on being here this weekend!

[OOC: Feel free to establish your folks coming through if they aren't taking alternative methods to arrive! HAPPY TENTH ANNIVERSARY, FANDOM! Come hang out in the IM chatroom gogremlins if you have time to kill and want to catch up/squee/find out what people have done IRL over ten years...]
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[personal profile] furnaceface
Oh, sweet, beautiful weekend. Jono had been looking forward to it all week, just so that he would have a proper excuse to make his way to the Groovy Tunes to go through the new music selection. A new single by Janet Jackson, an import of the Very Best of Art Garfunkel (UK Edition), a new album by The Doors (which would be coming home with him, thank you) and A-ha (who Jono was sort of surprised to see was still making music), and a handful of DVDs...

Huh. Darren Hayes was still relevant enough to be putting out a video?

Look, it was entirely possible that Jono was well aware that there was a big thing of some sort going on around the island this weekend (he was a telepath, thank you, and everything had gotten rather more loud upstairs than the island generally involved), and it was also completely possible that he was throwing himself into his job today very thoroughly so that he'd actually have the spoons later to deal with it all.

And if he actually happened to sell any music today, even better, come to that. He still had the Help Wanted sign in the window, with a few shifts left over through the week, though he wasn't holding his breath (ha) that there would be any sort of stampede for people to come claim them.

[OOC: Groovy Tunes is open! And OCD-Free!]
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
April had hired an intern at Furnado, and today she was exploiting his unpaid hard work in order to get all her stuff packed up for her big move to Bloomington, Indiana.

Sitting at her desk at the shelter, she cradled her phone to her ear while typing up a job posting on Craigslist. "How many drawers are left?" she asked.

"Just one, but I wanted to ask if I can quickly run and get some lunch--"

"No, Kyle, you cannot go get lunch," April said sharply. "I need you packing up my crap while I'm here doing my job. Some of us have paid positions, you know. Now do that last drawer and then re-pack my box of shoes. Boots go on the bottom this time. God, it's like you don't have any experience with women's footwear."

Indignant, Kyle began, "I don't," but April just swiped the 'end call' button and hung up.

Furnado, Wednesday

Wednesday, February 19th, 2014 08:29 am
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
There was a puppy in the shelter that had decided that enough was enough in regards to the cold outside, and was refusing to take a walk. April could sympathize. Even as a Midwesterner, she was sick and tired of this bull-crap weather.

That was why she had a plan. The plan involved a sign that she put in the window.

HEY! TEACHERS!
TAKE ME ON YOUR SPRING BREAK TRIP, GET A FREE PUPPY.


All shelter puppies were free, but April didn't have to tell them that.

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, February 15th, 2014 04:00 pm
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
April had a band-aid over one cheek when she got to the bar today: Ben and Derek had booked her a last-minute portal so she could spend the day in Pawnee and they wound up playing roller derby, which April was not as gifted at as her boyfriends had expected she would be.

Anyway, that was her reason for not knowing that Something Was Up on Fandom Island today. But when she made it into the bar a few minutes after her shift was supposed to start and saw Tino wearing a papoose, she made the connection.

"Who's the mom?" she asked.

"The barista," Tino replied proudly.

April blew a straw wrapper at him. Then she ordered him to put up a sign out front.

WE DON'T CARD-ITAS
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
April wasn't sure if it was here to be adopted or not, but there was definitely a loose bird in the shelter.

She called the animal control guys to see if they had had anything to do with either a weird prank or a late-night drop-off, but all she was getting was a busy signal. Way to go, 2014.

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, January 25th, 2014 05:57 pm
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
April had been missing a lot of shifts lately and she was starting to become vaguely worried that she was going to get fired. She knew that Saturday morning classes and Saturday evening bar shifts weren't a great combination, but she had to be at the shelter most weekdays now and the end result was that she spent most of her Saturday afternoons and evenings asleep. Except for days like today, when she remembered to set an alarm.

As a result, it was an incredibly tired and cranky April who was manning the bar today, looking glassy-eyed as she totally failed to read the textbook on the bar in front of her. She hadn't even noticed Tino's new appearance yet, and honestly wasn't likely to.
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
A well-dressed woman strode into the store early in the morning with nothing in her hands and apparently nothing to say. She simply bypassed the front desk, stood off to the side, and waited.

Shortly behind her, three burly men entered, carrying a hundred-gallon aquarium that was full up with water and just a few tiny, tiny goldfish. They hauled it onto an unoccupied countertop with great effort.

April eyed the woman. "You know there was an easier way to do that, right?"

The woman slapped a few bills down on the counter and left in a hurry.

April shrugged and handed the money over to the workers. It was a dick move to have even given it to her in the first place.

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, January 11th, 2014 04:04 pm
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
With a few days left before the start of the new semester at community college, April was making the most of her vacation while it lasted... by doing animal shelter paperwork while behind the bar. It wasn't because it was overdue, either; she just wanted to get it done, and it wasn't that annoying to take care of. Plus, it gave her a reason not to look at Tino while he showed the band his new earrings.

Anyone who came into the bar for a drink tonight might be surprised to see how studious April looked, poring over a thick binder and a separate, smaller stack of paperwork. They might also be horrified by her handwriting.
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
April happened to think that New Year's was about as stupid as holidays got, but it was a reason to down a bunch of beers and make Ben and Derek Skype her from The Bulge. She'd still wound up calling it a night early, and when she woke up in the new year, she didn't feel so lazy or hungover that she felt the need to take a day off.

Anyway, being at work today was probably a good idea strategically - she could take advantage of people's new year's resolutions. She powered on the desktop and typed up a sign.

be a better person this year and adopt an animal in need

It was a dick move, but she'd be shocked if it didn't get her any business.

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, December 21st, 2013 08:36 pm
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
April came into work today to find Tino bound to the bar with mistletoe, and although Caritas was a family establishment, April thought it was funny and left him like that.

Look, she wasn't even going to consider the alternative. Gross.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS

  • Anything red

  • Anything green

[identity profile] amthenight.livejournal.com
After a long night on the mainland, Batman took a quick patrol through the town. In retrospect, it was clearly a mistake to go through the park. That was where the plants lived. And now the plants had covered his cape and were weighing him down.

And for the second time this week, Batman was forced to do a quick check. "Poison Ivy?" he called out. The only response were a few more sprigs of mistletoe shooting over to attach to his cape and wrap around the neck before he could even think of pulling the cape off.

Batman touched the communicator in his cowl. "Alfred. Send me the standard formula for taking care of Ivy's monster plants. I'm having an issue here."

This wasn't going to stop him from continuing his patrol, though. It would just be going a little slower. And he might spread allergens.

[OOC: Open for all of your parkly or Batmanly needs!]
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
April was on a park bench, bundled up and reading a zombie novel, when she was patted on the shoulder by someone who was either wearing mittens or had paws. She looked up. It was the latter.

Yesterday it had been baby chickens and today it was polar bears. April was starting to think that the universe really, really liked her lately.

"Thanks," she said, genuinely warmly, to the bear who was offering her a soda. "Wanna sit?"

The bench creaked under the bear's weight, but nothing bad happened, and April enjoyed a few moments in quiet silence with her ursine companion. After that, the bear got up and left. April kind of missed it.
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
The Animal Control guy came by with a couple of baby chickens today that needed a home, and April quickly found that they were more adorable than she could ever have imagined. She was having a hard time not grinning at them, honestly.

She set up a coop and some feed for them in one of the side rooms, but decided to let them have the run of the lobby at least until lunch. Right now, they were using their freedom to perch on her shoulders.

If anyone ever found out how charming April found this, her reputation would be destroyed in an instant.
[identity profile] handsome-me.livejournal.com
There wasn't a radio broadcast from Handsome Jack this morning. He'd said his piece last night, and today was just a waiting game. Hyperion's men were patrolling the town throughout the morning (and shooting errant psychos who were starting to roam further and further away from their original area) but other than that, Jack just let everyone stew in their own trepidation at what was perhaps to come.

But in the afternoon, Hyperion's yellow-clad employees began to quite firmly direct and escort everyone out to the wooded unexplored area. They did not check anyone for weapons – Jack thought it would be funnier if the good people of Fandom thought they could really still do something somehow – but they were very insistent that everyone came along.

And once they'd come along, they were finally taken past an awfully convenient New-U Station inside the Vault dig site's perimeter. It was a clearing, surrounded from all sides by those all-too-familiar Hyperion engineers. In the middle of it, there were folding chairs set out for an audience. (That was you, people of Fandom!) In the direction that the chairs were facing, a ceremonial ribbon separated the rest of the area from what had to be the Vault. Probably. There was a podium-like thing sticking out from a hole, although the hole didn't look like something that had taken a whole week to dig.

(It hadn't. There were other bits in the ground around the clearing that looked like they'd been smoothed over, which was because the Vault had seemingly kept moving underground. Very inconvenient. But Hyperion had caught it eventually.)

And right in front of the ribbon stood a man who looked like he didn't have a care in the world, dressed casually kind of like a classy space pirate, or something. If you'd seen one of those posters from yesterday and wondered what the random things on his chin and his forehead were? They seemed to be metallic clips… that were keeping his face in place. Yeah. This was Handsome Jack and he was indeed compensating for something.

"Welcome, people of Fandom," his voice boomed from the loudspeakers, once more or less everyone had gotten seated. "Now, I know you're all just dying to see me use the Vault key and discover what the Vault has in store for us all, but you'll have to wait for just a moment. Because I would like to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for teaching me an important lesson: just how incredibly pointless you small town bandits can be! I mean, it's amazing, really. So much energy spent on pointless pretending to be heroic in the face of a much awesomer power! Think of all the miserable county fairs you could have organized with all the energy you've stupidly spent on trying to stand up to me."

He... kind of went on for a while on that topic, berating them. Sorry, not sorry.

"–– and in conclusion, if you'll pardon my Truxican, that is why you suck. In my humble opinion. But enough with the speeches." He turned towards the ribbon separating him from the Vault. "I know what everyone's really here for!"

A Hyperion worker handed him a giant pair of scissors, and he cut the ribbon. And right there was your cue, Fandom. One last stand of utter chaos with a tiny bit of cunning tactics.

[ocd up! finale away!]

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, December 7th, 2013 09:05 pm
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
April was still kind of tired from her adventures in athletic activity yesterday, so she didn't have too much going on at the bar today. Just a whole lot of screamy "Christmas" music playing and the usual beer open in front of her with a bendy straw sticking out of it.

It was shaping up to be an ordinary, if moderately ear-splitting night.
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
Not a lot of people knew this, but April was a huge fan of cold weather. And despite her generally sedentary life, she was even a fan of cold weather activities. Like figure skating.

She stopped by the pond in the park a few times early this morning before she determined that it was completely frozen over. And while ordinarily she wouldn't trust a just-frozen pond to have thick enough ice to be sturdy, the ice that had somehow manifested on dry land was pretty sturdy, so April figured that this was an island thing and she could probably trust it.

Famous last words (well, thoughts), but April was going with it.

She strapped on a pair of hockey skates she had rented from the sporting goods place in town, set her iPod on the ground just off to the side with the volume cranked way up, and she glided onto the ice.

She was actually a pretty great skater, and if anyone else stopped by, she was going to implore them to join her. Just saying.

[[open ice-skating party! come play!]]
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
"Yeah," a red-and-white-striped April was saying into the phone early this afternoon, "the thing is, we ordered premium cat food, not chocolate nougat or whatever the hell you sent us, so thanks for the Christmas spirit or whatever, but I actually want the shit I ordered."

She drummed her fingers on the counter while the guy on the other end of the line responded. Then she replied, "No, I actually can't be put on hold because my starving cats will attack me if they don't hear the sound of my voice to comfort them. That's your fault, by the way."

There was plenty of extra cat food in the storage room, and none of the cats at Furnado were going hungry, but April was a believer in creative motivation.

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, November 23rd, 2013 10:15 pm
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
Tino wasn't here today. April didn't mind that at all. Not being subjected to her coworker's noxious personality was always fun, even if it meant she had to do more of her job in his absence.

More of it than zero, anyway.

She was openly drinking beer with a straw, so it wasn't a hundred percent, that was for sure.
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
Once again, April found herself spending her shift at work taking care of a weird, unadoptable animal that had been picked up in town. This time, though, the animal in question was even weirder than usual: it was a tiny green-grey elephant that could fit in her two hands side-by-side, with skinny, spindly legs that seemed far too narrow to support its weight. But the animal (April was calling it a teacup elephant for lack of any actual idea of what it should truly be called) was so light that that apparently wasn't an issue.

It was cute, actually. At least until it farted and April decided not to sit with it on her desk anymore.

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, November 16th, 2013 07:33 pm
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
April was not initially aware that anything was afoot in Fandom today -- at least, not until a shrimpy kid showed up who looked like a tiny version of Tino, but distinctly less foul-smelling. April told him so, and when the kid responded with an indignant sniffle, April realized what was going on this weekend.

Seriously, again?

She exhaled loudly. "Dude, can you write up a sign for me?"

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Shirley Temples
Milkshakes
Virginia Daiquiries

That last part was tiny Tino's bad, but April didn't look at the sign long enough to notice the error before she let him post it. Whoops.
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
It was a day for bored texting, and April had a sleepy kitten curled up in her lap to prove it. How was she supposed to do any work with a sleepy kitten in her lap? Seriously, it was impossible.

Basically, she was just going to text pictures of the inside of the kitten's ears to her friends and boyfriends until someone told her to stop. And then after that for at least another five hours, or until she got bored.

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, November 9th, 2013 04:19 pm
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
A chance outing into Baltimore last week had given April an idea about how to spend her next bar shift, and that turned out to be tonight. Her plan was simple: goad Tino into attempting to punch her in the arm or something, just so she could have the true joy of watching him get zapped out of the bar.

Then she had an even better idea to supplement the first one. She borrowed a sharpie from Tino and quickly made a sign.

SMACK TINO SOMEONE IN THE ARM AND DRINK FOR FREE

Look, if they didn't know the consequences of violence in Caritas, that was on them.
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
There was a very hairy, very adorable chimpanzee named Paul in a cage in a closed-off room at the shelter today. April wasn't allowed to let anyone adopt him -- the chimp was just hanging out there for a day or two as part of a deal with Animal Control, just until they could put together the necessary equipment to house one of these guys on their own. The guys at Animal Control had been annoyingly vague about just why they had a chimp to take care of to begin with, and where this big guy had come from, but the fact was that Furnado had somehow managed to earn a reputation the place to go for tricky cases like this.

But damn, it was really freaking cute. April set up her phone in the room where Paul was and set it to record a video, then sat back down at the counter up front and watched the stream on her desktop.

What? Animal videos made everyone smile, shut up.
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
There was a spider on the floor and April was not even the slightest bit okay with that.

She shrieked, pulled her feet up on the chair, and scooted back all the way against the wall to get as much distance from the spider as possible. Holy crap was she not having this.

April had spent yesterday buying fake eyeballs and blood for Halloween, but spiders were a whole 'nother story. Ew.
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
There was really nothing quite as fun as shopping for spooky stuff, if you asked April. It wasn't just the knowledge that she was going to have a kickass party, but it also included the sheer delight that came with experimenting with the stuff she was going to potentially buy -- waving fake eyeballs at little kids in the store was the best way to see how scary they were. At present, her sleeves were pushed up so she could squirt some fake blood on her arm to see how realistic it looked.

Oh, yeah, that was very realistic. She tossed the tube and two others like it into her cart and continued shopping.

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, October 19th, 2013 06:06 pm
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
April was at the bar today, but she didn't expect to be serving any drinks, no.

Instead, she was designing a poster on her computer that would eventually be a flyer about a Halloween party she was planning for the week after next. And if you thought that a week and a half of advance planning for an event seemed un-April-like, perhaps you didn't understand her immense love of all things Halloween. It was real and it was deep.
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
April was at her desk with her feet up and her headphones in her ears as she enjoyed the silence of all things that were not Neutral Milk Hotel.

Well. Almost all things.

"Lonely loser," said a parrot.

One eyebrow arching upwards, April slowly removed one headphone from her ear.

"Lonely loser," it said again. "Lonely loser."

April returned her headphone to her ear, but she kept an eye on the bird. Who the hell taught it to say that?

[[no ocd!]]
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
Some guy brought in a small fishbowl containing a too-large fish this morning, and now April had the unenviable task of having to find a suitably-sized tank for it. Furnado didn't really carry fish, since most people tended to flush their fish rather than bring them to shelters, so there were exactly zero tanks already in stock, but this odd-looking Angelicus Botia clearly needed some more room.

And that was how April found herself on the phone with a sushi restaurant, asking if they had any tanks that they could give her for a discount if she ordered enough rolls for lunch.

The sign out front still said NOW HIRING, but below that, in smaller letters, was the question, do you want a fish?

April believed in lazy marketing.

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, October 5th, 2013 06:50 pm
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
Well, all of April's friends and boyfriends from Pawnee were officially dumb loser jerks for not showing up to keep her company this weekend, but that was fine, because she had an alcoholic juice box and some snacks stolen from the sock hop to keep her company.

Wait, that actually sounded kinda sad.

Still, April could be found behind the bar tonight, taking the occasional sip gulp of spiked fruit punch and promising Tino that if he tried following her example, he would be fired.

April did not have the authority to hire and fire. Whether Tino knew that or not was unclear.

THIS BAR DOES NOT CARD AND IT'S LESS BAREFOOT AND RIDICULOUS THAN THE PARTY
TELL ME AN ENTERTAINING STORY AND YOUR DRINK IS FREE

[[if you ping in after 11 or so my time and i haven't answered pings in a while, feel free to mod tino!]]
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
"Orin," April whined into the phone pressed between her cheek and her shoulder as she picked apart her burger. "Come hang out with me. I'm so bored and everyone else has friends visiting."

She flicked a pickle off her burger and across the restaurant as Orin gave his reply. "Who cares about work?" she grumbled, rationally and all. "I have work tonight too. I don't even know if I'm going. Come on."

At his response, she flicked another pickle, this one at the guy behind the register. "Fine, screw you, then," she groused, and hung up. To the register guy, who was now wiping pickle and ketchup off his forehead and glaring very hard at her, she said, "Dude, do you wanna hang out tonight?"

Weirdly, he did not.
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The sun was out, as the sun always tended to be for these things, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Sure, there was a bit of pollen drifting about on the light breeze coming in from over the water, but it was really that time of year, wasn't it? Easy enough to explain something as simple as pollen to any people visiting today. Possibly less easy to explain that feeling that came along with it, of course.

Still, there was food and there were tables, and blue and gold decorations strung up through the park with glitter in abundance.

... Or was that more pollen?

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2013



[Open! Have at thee! Registration | Security | Food and Drink | Mingling | OOC | Post Two]
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
April was spending her shift today doodling, because really, there was no way she was going anywhere near the animals today. Instead, she was drawing a really graphic illustration of... well, it was rated R and she wasn't going to let anyone see it, even the squirrels. So don't ask.

She had her feet up on her desk and her notebook resting on her legs, and her iPod was playing a steady stream of pretty inappropriate rap music through the small speakers on her desk. There was just no professionalism to be found here today.
[identity profile] nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com
Cut for AMERICA. )

There was an entire barbecue set up in the middle of... well, nowhere. The smell of bacon and other assorted pieces of meat hit the air and blew down across town. What might have almost blown across town as well - considering the volume - was the humming of one Mayor Ron Swanson, who had a smile on his face so big it wouldn't even fade if you punched him in the head repeatedly.

Ron might even be caught doing a little butt wiggle.

Today was an excellent day.

[[ the opinions of ron swanson are very much not my opinions. the post is open for anyone who wants to wtf at him or wants meat. ]]
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
It was one of those weeks again, and that meant that it was best that April get out of the house. For a variety of reasons, really.

"Hey," she said, leaning on the counter while she waited for the hot new barista to finish making her drink. "You're not banging Tino too, are you?"

The guy gave an apologetic grimace.

Well. April hadn't seen that coming. After she claimed her drink, she flopped in a seat by the window and put her legs up on the table, figuring Mr. Bangs Tino probably wouldn't object if his situation this week was anything like everyone else's.
[identity profile] allhopeliesinme.livejournal.com
It would be difficult to explain the past hour outside of Caritas. Suffice it to say, there were regrets, laser blasts, and several gremlins who owed Doctor Doom their lives since he spared them. Nevertheless, he had something to deal with now.

As Doom strode into the lounge at Caritas just before 8 PM, a second Doom - identical to the first in every way, except that he was a robot - walked onto the stage.

"ASK NO QUESTIONS!" the Doombot ordered. "BEGIN YOUR DATES, AS PAIRED TOGETHER BY DOOM!"

Apparently rounds tonight would be determined by the Doombot yelling at you. Good to know!

[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. UP. Play on, my friends Big thanks to [livejournal.com profile] throughaphase for the assist!

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.]
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
Not half an hour into April's shift today, a harried-looking man in his sixties burst in, exclaiming that his bird was missing and his wife thought it might have been found somewhere and brought here.

When the guy described his bird as an ordinary pigeon with "soulful eyes" and "fluffy little wings," April just shook her head. Sorry, guy.

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, September 21st, 2013 06:33 pm
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
Today the zombie drummer decided to stick his grimy, dead hand into April's bag of barbecue chips, apparently figuring that once he did that, April would no longer want said bag of chips, and however upset she might be would be inconsequential since she'd probably still hand it over.

He was wrong.

"Yeah," April said, crunching another chip in her mouth while the drummer looked on mournfully, his arm lying on the floor between them, fingers wriggling. It wasn't that big a deal; it fell off all the time. "Fuck you, dude."
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
No sooner than had April arrived for her shift today than did a middle-aged woman stop by holding a basket of tiny... uh, somethings. Creatures with beaks.

Apparently her pet had laid eggs and she wanted to make sure the babies went to a good home. As April handed her the usual paperwork to fill out for an animal drop-off, the woman hesitated over the blank left for the animal's species.

"The thing is, I'm not really sure," she said after some hemming and hawing over it. "I could bring in their mother and you could give me your opinion? -- Well, actually, I'm not sure she'd quite fit through the door..."

"No," April interrupted her. "Thanks. Just give us your best guess."

Today, the sign on the door that said NOW HIRING was accompanied by another sign, this one reading ADOPT A MYSTERY PET. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO, followed by a pencil illustration of the beaked creatures. They were pretty cute.

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, September 14th, 2013 10:13 pm
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
Happily, April had evaded this weekend's bout of Fandom torture. Unhappily, a couple of dogs from the shelter... really hadn't.  They seemed really traumatized by the experience.

April would have brought them in, but, while she didn't usually care much about health and safety at the bar, a couple of dachshunds humping the bar would have been pushing it, she felt.
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
A couple of new dogs that had arrived today were fighting, and April was annoyed, because that meant every dog in the place felt the need to bark about it.

What was even worse was that the barking continued when the dogs' fighting evolved into, uh, more playful activities. April thought it was the canine equivalent of cheering them on, maybe, but either way, it was weird. Enough was enough. She fished around in her desk for her headphones.

[[open!]]
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
April's boss texted her early in the morning to let her know that someone from Animal Control was coming to drop off a pug that had been found on the causeway, and could she get to the shelter to receive it?

While April had been planning on staying in and texting her boyfriends all day, work was work (which was a weird revelation to have -- since when did she feel that way?), and besides, pugs where the cutest kind of dog. Hands down.

What she hadn't counted on was that this pug would want to be her bestest bestest friend, so as soon as the Animal Control woman arrived and April made to lead the dog from its carrier into a cage, the pug sprung up and started clinging to her leg. So. It looked like April was hanging around the shelter today with a dog in her lap as she sat at the desk and worked on some numbers.

Honestly, there were worse ways to live.

[[open!]]
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April hadn't been that freaked out by the deafness, because it seemed like typical Fandom stuff, and if anyone could deal with losing one of their senses for a few hours, it was probably April. At least it hadn't been touch or taste, which were obviously the most important ones.

But she was still faintly pleased when she arrived at the shelter to hear a variety of noises, including panting, the scratching of paws against cages, and in the case of Maurice the beagle, an excited whine. April fed all the dogs and changed their water, then plopped behind the counter and jammed an earbud in her ear, cranking up the Neutral Milk Hotel on her iPod. Just to get the full auditory experience.

[[only really around for the next couple of hours, but open, yeah.]]
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An affectionate little bulldog had been found wandering the island the other day, and now he was taking up residence here, in one of the cages not too far from the entrance. He had big, sad, brown eyes and April personally felt an odd impulse to cuddle him forever.

Ahem.

Apparently, that impulse was shared by a customer who came in early this morning and had been crouched in front of the dog's cage ever since. When April told him that the dog had a chip, so they had to wait the required waiting period before putting him officially up for adoption, the guy nodded like he barely heard her and kept staring at the dog.

April watched him a little while longer, then went to clean out the cat poop.

[[plot of today's post comes from the short film dog eat dog, which i am very sorry for linking because now you'll have to buy new tissues like i did. screw you and your expressive face, quinto. open, no OCD!]]

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, August 3rd, 2013 12:16 pm
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April probably could have come up with a cute list of drink specials for today rather than sitting boredly behind the bar, eating vegetarian chicken nuggets and texting her boyfriends, but no. The vegetarian chicken nuggets were delicious and the texting was mildly entertaining, while doing her job as a bartender was only ever boring. So she was sticking with what she liked.

Apparently there was some trouble in paradise between Ben and Derek, and a story that involved bubble bath, Wamapoke artifacts and pink handcuffs, and as their girlfriend, April had to be kept informed.
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There was a bird in here, which was fine, but judging by the presents it was leaving, the bird hated April kind of a lot. That was less fine.

Or maybe it was just a really especially obnoxious bird. Hard to say.

April didn't like birds that much, anyway.

She made up a sign for the window clearly advertising the presence of an "awesome" bird here and hoped like hell someone would get it out of here as soon as possible.
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As it turned out, April had gone home to change, but she did not return to Caritas afterwards. The beach was closer, and way less boring than the bar, and since she had a water gun anyway, it seemed like the logical place to be.

She also brought a beer.

And that was the story of how April could be found sprawled in the sand on the beach in a t-shirt and boxers, drinking beer from a straw and occasionally firing vanilla frozen yogurt into the air.

Yup.

[[open! just not for fans, though, please.]]

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, July 27th, 2013 10:34 am
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Well, April had a new weapon full of frozen yogurt. At first, it looked like that was bad news for Tino, because April sprayed him with froyo quite a bit before he even realized where it was coming from, but in fact it turned out to be even worse news for Tino, because April got a little bit of chocolate on her hoodie and wound up going home to "change." She was not coming back.

So, it was a frozen yogurt-splatted Tino who was manning the bar today. He was irritated. Obviously.

[[mod Tino, no OCD!]]

Luke's, Friday

Friday, July 26th, 2013 01:16 pm
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Priestly was feeling a little bit . . . odd today. Nothing he could quite put his finger on, but his temper was definitely shorter than usual, especially with the kitchen staff.

"Really?" Priestly picked a shrimp out of the seafood paella the cook had whipped up and flicked it across the room. "Everything in here is overcooked. Are you an idiot? You can't even handle a dish like paella?" The busboy opened his mouth, probably to point out that, well, paella was pretty damn hard to make properly, but Priestly silenced him with a glance. "You! Go stand in the corner."

"But --"

"Corner! Go! I'm just going to have to do this myself!"

Today's specials
Cauliflower souffle with brown butter
Salmon Wellington
Cronuts


Luke's was open. But, really, with that attitude, it wouldn't be any wonder if he was on the losing end of any love triangles.

[and OCD free, she said belatedly.]

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