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Were you tired of glitter yet? Because the banner above the stage reading "WELCOME TO THREE MINUTE DATES" was covered in it. Which meant the stage was covered in a fine mist of them. Which meant there was probably some of the tables. And the bar. Not the drinks, though, they kept up with standards.

And a few minutes before 8:00, Kitty took to the stage.

"Welcome again to Three Minute Dates!" she greeted them. "If you haven't done this before, the tiles are simple. Every three minutes, we'll read off pairs of names. You sit down with them, get to know them for three minutes, and when the gong bongs, you'll move on to your next march. After five dates, if you want to talk to anyone more, hang around and chat for a while. Ready? You've got a couple minutes to sign up, then we're gonna get going."

[OCD is up! Post dates bar post will go up in the morning!
Before the dates | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Post dates bar]

throughaphase

When Kitty got married, she'd said she was hyphenating her last name because aside from "Pryde" being a great name, "Kitty Barton" sounded like a madam at an Old West brothel.

Anyway.

WELCOME TO
THREE MINUTE DATES

A couple minutes before 8:00, Kitty interrupted the zombie-played version of "Pony" to take the stage. You're welcome.

"Hello and welcome to Three Minute Dates! Thank you all for coming, whether you're here by accident, here on very purpose, or dragged here by Tino. I know there are other things you could all be doing." Ahem. "Here are the rules: every three minutes you will get paired up on a date with someone. When the gong sounds, it's on to the next date. It's fifteen minutes of your life, and then afterwards if you want to hang out, make friends, have one of Tino's horrifyingly on theme drinks, feel free. I just ask that you please don't have sex in the bathrooms."

She could not stop you from having sex in the bathrooms.

"Have fun! But not too much. Till later. At home."

[The bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Regular bar post]

doesdoctorstuff

They'd waited for dark, obviously. Navaan didn't want to explode before she'd even left the island! But the sun had set and now it was time for them to leave. She still wasn't sure exactly how Arthur had convinced her to let him and John come along (well, okay, she did like John), but Beaker made much more sense.

"Hope you said your goodbyes or whatever," she told her companions. "We're leaving on the causeway, don't know when we'll be back again." She paused. "That would make an awesome song."

But diversions into a musical career to add to her doctor/detective/romance novelist/teacher resume aside, it really was time to head out.

She'd be back, Fandom. Probably around the week when everybody got fun again!

[Navaan's last post in Fandom as she heads off into ex-pat land with her boon companions! Anyway, open to anyone who wants to say goodbye to any of the assembled! Beaker, Arthur, and John's presence modded with permission!]

justalittlerepressed

The firehouse was all ready for guests, cleaned as much as humanly possible and organized within an inch of its life. Which meant it was time for people to come in and mess all that up.

But, you know. Lovingly.

And just across the way at Selkie Lake, the food and the general mingling place was all set up for people. Because it was time for the First Responder's Memorial Day Barbecue!

weirderthanthou

"This," Jesse sighed, looking up at Margo with serious eyes, "Is going to mean so much paperwork."

The Magician rolled her eye, and placed her hand flat down on the desk. "Yeah, yeah, we can deal with the bureaucracy later," she said. "Well. You can. I plan to spend the rest of next week at Theodoric's."

Jesse ran her fingers along her hairline, and... reached for the microphone that connected the island-wide PA-system with the radio. She leaned in.

"Hi, Fandom? This is Jesse Faden speaking. Uh. The mayor. I know we're dealing with an invasion situation right now, and in order to fix it, we need some creative problem-solvers with good, uh, creative skills to come over to Town Hall right now, okay?"

Beat.

"Apparently we have to write our way out of this one. Or macramé. Any talent will do, honestly."

[[ ~~wait for some~~ ocd up! ]]

needsacatchphrase

Tino was giving Jane exaggerated shocked and confused looks about her coming into the bar to set up for the evening. Because he was Tino and not at all for any other reason. Really

"Okay, okay. So maybe I've been busy," she sighed, hauling one of the kegs that he'd been ignoring down to where it needed to go.

Sometimes it just went that way.

Specials
The Hard Sell
Bitter End

"I'm never letting you pick specials again," Jane said once she looked them over.

[ocd free!]

beautiful_boc

The weather had been rather pleasant, by Boc's estimation, and things had been fairly quiet around the island, it seemed, and so he was feeling a bit bold in venturing out that morning, feeling rather restless in the shop and frustrated that he kept messing up his current embroidery piece. He needed a little bit of a break, and, since the last few outings felt like that'd been successful without incident, he would attempt another journey out again.

His intention was to head to the park again, to scrounge around for mushrooms in the underbrush, or perhaps the preserve, as usual, but his optimism about successful savaging were a bit dim based on his last forays into foraging. Still, stalwart as ever, he thought he'd make a good go of it, because he was scurrying past the bakery, was hit by that undeniably lovely aroma of freshly baked sweet things, and he found his mouth smacking of its own volition for something a bit nicer than just mushrooms scrounged up from the dirt. He did have a bit of money on him from the shop, after all, and he hadn't really indulged in a while...

So, after a good deal of hemming and hawing and reasoning with himself, helped by the fact that, at this hour, on this day, the place didn't seem too terribly busy, Boc finally found himself squatting in a chair at a table with a cinnamon roll about the size of his hands (and he did have impressively long hands, after all), picking it apart diligently and happily with his claws and thinking of spiral designs and other ideas. He'd admit, he still felt a bit awkward, using a table and all, but it seemed to be more socially acceptable than his first choice of just cringing in a corner with it.

[[ open for all your sunday morning baked good needs! ]]

hatesparadise

Well, there was a suspect in the cells when Danny got in this morning and they were colorful. Not just because of the snow, mind you. (Danny was various shades of green and red himself.) But because they were felt.

And this was just a great lead up to the holidays here.

"You guys booked him, you get the paperwork," Danny said, dumping it back onto the troopers' desks.

[muppet modded with permission]

meepmeepmeep

The mistletoe didn't quite know what to do with Beaker, but that was all right because Beaker had plenty of ideas for semi-sentient mistletoe.

So far he'd kissed--and made notes because science--squirrels, raccoons, one of the Caritas zombies (bad idea), a gremlin (worse idea) and a teal deer (they were meeting up for coffee next week).

And now he was kind of stalking Sam Eagle. For more science! But mostly for the hilarity. They'd hear the yelling all the way back at the Muppet Theater.

[OOC: Expecting one but open if you would like to kiss a felt Muppet for science.]

imafuturist

The ballroom was once again set up for guests at Stark Industries, this time with a decidedly colorful theme for it. Where the color white could reasonably be avoided it was avoided: from the decorations to the lighting, to the food and drinks provided for the guests.

Because no one enjoyed a nice theme more than Tony Stark.

Steve strode across the ballroom and stared up at the new Chihuly chandelier installed over the dance floor. "When I suggested we switch out the art, I meant the kids' paintings," he said, pointing to the new, very colorful, pictures that had been blown up from construction paper size to 5 foot tall show-stoppers. "I still think the pictures of Princess Thor riding on the unicorn wins, though."

throughaphase

Caritas was decked out tonight for tonight's event with balloons and a giant glittery sign over the stage.

WELCOME TO
THREE MINUTE DATES!!

And a few minutes before 8:00, Kitty took the stage with the zombie band playing her on. As the music stopped, she began, "Welcome, everyone, to our semi-annual Three Minute Dates! If you're new to this, you've added your names to the list and when your name is called, you'll meet your first date and have three minutes to get to know them. Then when the buzzer sounds, it'll be on to your next date. Easy peasy! We've done things a little differently tonight, and gone through the painstaking process of picking some great matches for you all-"

It was then that Tino took it upon himself to come by to show off something like a miniature version of SNL's upcoming hosts board, with everyone's names attached in pairs. It was really a work of art.

And then he slipped on a patch of glitter and the names went flying everywhere.

One of the zombies played a sad "wah wah" sound.

For a moment Kitty just stared in horror, and then said, "Give us two minutes," and dashed off the stage.

Off to a great start!

[~~Hold up for all the OCD!~~ Go forth and date! A regular post ~~will go up on Saturday for after the dates~~ is up!
The Bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Caritas after the dates]

meepmeepmeep

Beaker had a dream.

Beaker had a dream and a camera set up further down the beach.

Beaker had a dream, a camera, and a suit covered in flammable goo.

Beaker had a dream, a camera, a suit covered in flammable goo, and a fire stick.

Beaker had a dream, a camera, a suit covered in flammable goo, a fire stick, and more than a 1000 yards of mostly cleared off beach.

That Guinness record about the longest, fastest run while on fire was about to be broken.

Possibly.

Beaker didn't have a fire extinguisher.

Googly eyes...doing nothing because they were googly and not open to a huge range of motion...stared into the middle distance as he meeped his own theme music--Ride of the Valkyries--and ignited himself.

"MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP--"

And now there was running, just as fast as he wee felt legs would carry him. For science! And glory!

[OOC: Oh, so open.]

stykera

Stark was not wearing green today because he didn't know he was supposed to. He'd certainly had this particular tradition mentioned to him before but he wasn't really paying attention to the date. Luckily, so far, he'd avoided any pinching. So far.

He was ordering a breakfast sandwich on a green bagel after being encouraged to do so by the barista who also tried to sell him on a variety of Irish/green-themed beverages. He settled on one with Irish cream syrup and a lot of whipped cream.

Once he had his order he took his usual seat at a table by the window to see what, or who, he might see today.

[not a real work day because I'm terribly ill most conference days *cough cough* so this is very open for caffeine and alien needs]

pocketpretzels

The raccoon with the briefcase was back. No, he didn't have any clients currently in the lockup, but he was going around the station, gathering statements from the Troopers.

Apparently they were character witnesses in a discrimination lawsuit involving the crab from the clinic.

This island, seriously.

Anyway, the Trooper Station was 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]

so_hawkward

It was probably a good thing that most of the carnival was set up on Friday night, so when people woke up as kids, everything else adjusted too. The weather was perfect for playing outside - not that a little rain would stop anyone - and it was time to have fun!

fates_jaye

Did you have plans for tonight? Well that was a great thought but it was not actually in the cards for tonight for some of you. That would be because at 8 pm, people on island were magically transported to one particular warehouse, where they would find themselves dressed for a slumber party.

Because you were trapped at a (at least mostly) gendered overnight lock-in warehouse slumber party.

So have fun with that! (Seriously.)

sharp_man

Hannibal had no idea who, if anybody, would show up for this, but it was a lovely evening, and he had no problem eating on his own in the park if needed.

He'd brought plenty of extra everything in case anybody dropped by, though.

He lay down a blanket, then set out an assortment of gourmet finger sandwiches (cucumber and mint, fig and bacon...several different things), along with a large amount of crudités, some very good coffee, and two bottles of wine.

He also had a few lanterns in case it started getting dark, although at this time of year that would be a while.

[Open to anybody who got his invitation, who suspects they might at some point, or who just happens to be wandering by!]

bookbeltof_love

Homecoming wasn't actually on Halloween (though it was awfully close) which was why Nina careened into Maeve and Shuri's rooms with the siren cry of 'Happy Halloweeeeeeeeeeeeen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' far, far too early in the morning and managed to wrangle her fellow StuCo people down to help her move tables and chairs for the party.

She possibly managed this feat on sheer enthusiastic punctuation alone.

Then, once that was done, she politely, but firmly, booted them both out and locked the doors with a clarion cry of, "I'll let you in later so we can set out the food and drinks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go take a nap or something!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", before she settled in for the real work of it all.

It took most of the day—which was why she and Prompto had gotten their work done the night before—but, when Nina was finished, the hall had been transformed.

Quite literally.

The walls had been covered in black sequins, the floors were black marble veined with gold, and the ceiling glittered like a hundred thousand stars were trapped inside of it. Disco balls spun, throwing sparkles down, and strobe lighting danced about, making the shadows darker in contrast.

Each table was covered in heavy black lace tablecloths that were liberally edged in silver and orange glitter (in case you thought you were getting way with a party with no glitter), and candelabrum were spaced out, one on every other table, to add to the ambiance.

The pièce de résistance was… The Bus. Oh yes. Over by where the chaperones tended to linger was The Bus. How had it gotten into the hall? Nina wasn't telling. But she and Prompto had dressed it in a lacy, gothic ball gown and given the front window eyes (green) with huge, curling eyelashes and a pouting red-lipsticked mouth. The windows along the sides and back had been frosted over so that the multi-coloured strobe lighting from within sent refractions of sparkling light leaping around The Bus. A halo of romanticism!

Since The Bus couldn't speak (and all attempts at pulling that off had a) been hilariously horrible and b) been really weird), a huge, elegantly calligraphic note was set upon an easel beside The Bus that read:

Anakin, would you do me the honour of being mine?

Oh yes.

Everything was perfect.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up! Come get your party on!

Maeve, Shuri, Prompto and The Bus all modded with permission!]

complexfemale

While the booths were fun and all, this was where the gothic disco theme really shone. The decor was heavy on three things: 1) black, 2) spooky, 3) shiny. And while you might not think those things went together, allow Student Council to prove you wrong. There was even very minimal glitter so you know they're serious. (It was an impossibility to keep all glitter away from homecoming, it sort of just migrated there, sentiently.)

[OCD is up! Go Play!
Food and Drink | Tables | Rides | Games | OOC | Post I]

revengenotebook

Unlike most Fandom events that the alumni remember, this one was not a glitter-drenched nightmare, though it was a little dinosaur-themed, if "tasteful" and "dinosaur-themed" could be in the same room togther.

Think more giant palms, less Tino in a loincloth. There were drinks and snacks, music and nametags. Come on in, Fandomites! Tell us what you've been up to.

rebelseekspizza

The dome had been up for a few hours, more or less. It had stayed there, unbroken, the whole time. Nothing had appeared, nothing had attacked, no one had gotten brainwashed.

Without warning, sometime near noon, it suddenly evaporated.

The group of tall, blue-eyed vampires rifling through the pockets of a prone man laying on the other half of the causeway... blinked owlishly, a few times. Then one screamed, and the others joined in.

They rushed the causeway.

[[ want to get bit and turn into a vampire? Want to kill and/or beat up some moddable vampires? Have at. They're strong and fast but certainly not unkillable. ]]

always_someone

This year, Student Council had gone for the most empowering theme they could come up with. Be strong! Be glamorous! Be a Glamazon!

And they would have gotten away with it too, if not for that pesky pollen making for some last-minute revisions to the decorating. The glitter was a staple, the glitter was fine, and so there was plenty of that to go around. But the Greek statues that had been set up tastefully around the Community Center had all in one fell swoop started to seem decidedly less tasteful, and so in a fit of panic, Student Council had dressed each and every one of them up...

... in lingerie.

At least it was glittery lingerie? Though the end result did seem a little less Ancient Greece and a little more Rocky Horror than had previously been intended.

Glamazons, guys!

[Arrive/Mingle | Photographer | Food & Punch | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Prom Court | OOC]

throughaphase

This year with this whole thing was a little harder than most- not dirty- for Kitty, who also didn't really want to be at work for reasons. But Tino had called out sick for reasons she didn't want to imagine, and the zombies were playing the collected works of Marvin Gaye and Barry White (not well) and she was not at all counting down the time till she got to go home to her hot husband with the arms.

SPECIALS
ANYTHING WITHOUT A DIRTY NAME

[Open, no OCD!]

throughaphase

Apparently it was 80s night at the bar. Kitty didn't choose this. It was just that the zombies kept playing the hits and didn't seem to want to play anything else. Which, fine.

Except that about every second song they started playing Ice, Ice, Baby, because they were mixing it up with Under Pressure, and if it was insulting the first time, by now it was offensive.

[Idk.]

fh_extras

After some of the students went to the library and got briefed on the plans underway in town (as relayed to Constantine from Jono), they grabbed everyone in the dorms who was willing to come out and fight the snow monsters, who were milling around outside the gates in a crowd of hundreds, waving placards about climate change and groaning.

The students had weapons. They had coffee. They had an innate sense of rhythm...kinda.

That last part, enacted through Operation Boogie, the brainchild of Nina, Tip, Beaker, Sabine, Lana, and Prompto, was about to come in a lot more handy than you'd think.

[OOC: This will be your big fighty post! Please hold for some quick OCD!]

spin_kick_snap

There was a playground in the park. Little Katherine Li hadn't really been to many parks; most of the parks in Koreatown were either contested territory between the Seventeens and the MS 13s, or firmly under the thumb of the Seventeens. There was a small playground in the lot outside their apartment building that was was allowed to play on during the daytime when her mommy and daddy were awake, but even there she had to come right inside if any big kids came over, especially if any of them were wearing green or had tattoos.

There didn't seem to be any big kids there, though. Not scary ones, anyway. And it was day time. So maybe she was allowed to play on this playground?

She was still gonna hide behind a tree and watch for a bit, just in case it turned out that this wasn't a playground she was supposed to play in. She didn't want to get in trouble.

[Open]

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!

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Entries tagged with beaker

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

Three Minute Dates- Caritas- Saturday until 8:15 pm

The Causeway, Monday Night

First Responder's Memorial Day Barbecue - Fire Station and Selkie Lake, Monday

Town Hall, Saturday Morning

Caritas, Saturday

J,GoB; Sunday Morning [03/17].

Fandom Trooper Station, Wednesday

The Park, Friday afternoon

Anything But White Party - Stark Industries, Friday Night

Three Minute Dates- Caritas- Saturday until 8:15 pm

Stretch of Beach, Friday mid-afternoon

The Perk, Friday Late Morning

Trooper Station, Friday

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

Homecoming Carnival, The Park, Saturday

The Girls' Warehouse Slumber Party- from 8:00 pm Friday on

The park, Thursday evening

Homecoming 2020 | Town Hall | Saturday Evening

Homecoming Carnival- Post II- The Park- Friday, October 23

Fandom High 20 Year Reunion Mixer, Community Center, Saturday Evening

The Causeway, Tuesday Noon-ish

Prom 2019, Community Center, Friday Evening

Caritas- Tuesday

Caritas- Tuesday

Inside the School Gates [around noon]

The Park, Friday Afternoon

Three-Minute Dates: Caritas, Saturday night

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