[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...]
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
After taking a nap doing some meditation in the back room, Biff was out behind the counter engaged in his new favorite hobby: harassing humorless evangelicals on the Internet.

He figured that if they *really* wanted to know what Josh thought, he was the perfect person to tell them. Breaking the news that John had been gay had kept him entertained for a week.

Wellspring Arms was open!
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff, who'd embraced the holiday today, was in his usual place behind the counter, working his way steadily through a bag of mini-Snickers.

He might share if you ask nicely.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff had put a very helpful sign in the window of Wellspring Arms today:

WELCOME BACK TO FANDOM. YOU STILL CAN'T BUY ANYTHING HERE


Feeling accomplished, he sat back behind the desk and pondered throwing a Halloween party next weekend.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
This was one of Biff's favorite quirks of the island because, let's face it, he was a totally hot chick.

He was currently cruising the web (after having checked inventory to confirm that once again they hadn't sold anything all week), looking for bars with ladies' nights on Sunday.

Wellspring Arms was open.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
For no reason at all, really, Biff had chopped up an absolute fuckton (a totally legitimate measurement unit, just ask him) of onions yesterday.

Being a middling chef--man can live on take-out alone, assuming the pizza place doesn't run out of bacon--Biff had no idea what to do with them all. So there he was, Googling "what do do with chopped onions" on his laptop.

Save him from himself. Please.

Wellspring Arms was open.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff was in a fantastic mood, thank you so much for noticing! His dates last night (except for the longest three minutes ever with...whatshisface. Methuselah) had gone well--he had another date for Friday and was halfway in love with a big-breasted woman who liked to make things explode.

Life was good, and Wellspring Arms was open.
[identity profile] bluth-illusions.livejournal.com
There was a sign posted at the front door:

G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Ninth Annual
Three Minute Dates @ Caritas

hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.


GOB had somehow been able to count to nine despite not being around for the previous six Three Minute Dates, but he still didn't know what 'annual' really meant. But that wasn't important. The important thing was that at 6:00 precisely, the ligts went out and the Zombie Band started playing a familiar intro.

A burst of smoke hit the stage and the matchmaker named GOB stepped through it to make his grand entrance. A flick of each wrist and he was holding a deck of cards in each hand: all hearts. Except for a single four of clubs. GOB started moonwalking backwards, except he wasn't very good at it so it was more like walking backward with a limp. He clapped his hands together and from the cards fell burst forth a dead live dove, which GOB picked up and threw off the stage toward the bar swooped over the audience and hit Tino after bouncing off the bar attacked Tino.

"WELCOME TO CARITAS!" GOB yelled to the crowd as the music continued. "WELCOME! TO THREE MINUTE DATES!" He turned around and pointed to the back of the stage where a too-large banner dropped, showing the top half of 'THREE MINUTE DATES' while the rest was still rolled up on the stage floor. "I am GOB, your Once and Future Matchmaker. Here are the rules: I call your name and the name of somebody else. You two get together and make goo goo eyes at each other for a few minutes, and then I make a fireball appear to let you know it's time for the next round."

Tino had checked the fireball launcher GOB kept in his sleeve. Twice. It was as safe as it could possibly be.

"After the roaring sound of magical fire, I'll call out some more names and we do it again until we've done it five times. And if you don't like any of your dates, let me know and we can do it five more times in my hotel room." GOB could be as subtle as a bar on fire, something which Tino really wanted to avoid. Now let's get on with this stuff." As GOB started to reach for his notecards with the round one pairings, a quick burst of flame shot across his chest. "Huh. Shot off a little early. But I won't, ladies." Very subtle.

[Post 1 | The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | OOC]
[Post 2 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular 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. GO FORTH AND PLAY! If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen WHICH TOTALLY DID NOT NEARLY HAPPEN, AHEM, 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 a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.

And, um, yes, this is Post 1 of 2. RECORD SETTING SIGN UPS CAUSED THIS!]
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[personal profile] solo_sword
Once the bell or buzzer or windchime or fireball went off for the last time and the dates were all over, Jaina took her place back behind the bar for actual work. Might as well stick around and help out with anyone who wanted to chat with someone they might have clicked with on their dates, or to serve anyone who just wandered in once everything was done.

Tino was also available if anyone needed him. He was dateless enough to do it.


[This is the regular Caritas post after Three Minute Dates (post one and post two). Those who were in the event can use this post to mingle afterward, and the post is totally open for anyone who just wanted to come in and drink regardless of the people flirting with each other in three-minute increments.]
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[personal profile] solo_sword
Hard to believe only nine minutes had passed since this all started, huh? The daters were still dating, hopefully no one had been transported outside due to trying to attack anyone they had to deal with for three minutes, and all they had to do was survive two more rounds before they could hit the bar.

Happy dating!

[Post 1 | The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | OOC]
[Post 2 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular Caritas post to follow!]

[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 continues! If you ping in before I finish I will come over there and beat you till you cry after giving you an atomic wedgie. is done! Ping away! If there are any problems... um, grab Nick on AIM, I just do what he tells me. :D

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.]
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff's player had forgotten to hit post on this for five hours day was made brighter by opening Wellspring Arms and getting ready to serve the trigger-happy denizens of this fair town.

...or by surfing the web and placing bets on just how weird Lady Gaga's outfit would be at the VMAs tonight.

Details.

[OOC: The OCD hides in shame at my lack of attention span today.]
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
In honor of the newly arrived people on the island, Biff had gotten creative and put up a sign in the window of the Wellspring Arms:

WELCOME TO THE WELLSPRING ARMS
10 PERCENT OFF ALL WEAPONS*

*you can't actually buy the weapons*

*AHAHAHAHAHA.


Then he settled behind the counter with a bacon sandwich. The Wellspring Arms was open!
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff had brought his laptop with him today since he'd discovered a new and useless Facebook game to keep himself busy.

And yes, he did snicker every time it encouraged him to "share wood" with his friends.

The Wellspring Arms was open! And super mature.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff was in the back room meditating and not sleeping.

Josh would be so proud of him.

He was trying to attain Oneness with the All That but he'll hear you if you come into the store.

The Wellspring Arms was open!

[OOC: The OCD is stowing away on my trip to Annapolis in a few minutes, though, so SP=love.]

Caritas | Sunday

Sunday, July 18th, 2010 08:17 pm
[identity profile] suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com
Seriously, Barney didn't understand how it was him, Tino, and the zombies.

Again.

He was going to have to start showing up later, when the cool people were at the bar.

...

Who was he kidding! He was the cool people in this town.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff had certainly not forgotten he had a job to show up to. For three weeks.

He had a really good excuse for not showing up, he swore he did.

...just give him a few minutes to come up with it.

The Wellspring Arms was open! As always! Yes.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
There was a sign up on the door of Wellspring Arms today:

IT'S FATHER'S DAY!
CELEBRATE BY
NOT BUYING ANYTHING IN THIS STORE FOR HIM.
FREAKS.


Biff was quite proud of it.

Wellspring Arms was open.
[identity profile] canadianpopstar.livejournal.com
Robin, dressed in a very stylish t-shirt, was sitting in a random patch of flowers she'd found, weaving together a little crown.

Besides her was a large box, which read alcohol is bad. recycle yours here and join a life of abstinence!!!!

Robin was proud of how smart this idea of hers was, in fact. She was pretty sure she was doing the island a big favor.

[Robin wants me to take a cement block to my head for this. Totes open.]
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Today Biff had brought his laptop to work with him. He'd discovered webpages full of humorless religious fundamentalists and was happily starting flame wars with all of them by telling them that John had been gay.

...everyone needs hobbies.

The shop was open, and Biff would be happy to take time away from correcting people's grammar to be of absolutely no help to anyone who wandered in.

[OOC: The OCD is hiding.]
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff had brought a book with him today on his shift--specifically, the New Testament. Which he was editing. In red pen.

While grumbling about what assholes the Apostles were.

Wellspring Arms was open, and decidedly un-Zen today.

[OOC: The OCD has fled Biff's temper tantrum.]
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff had decided that Friday (and the LEFT OUT OF THE NEW TESTAMENT bag that had accompanied him all day) was best not thought about.

Which was why he was in his usual place behind the counter at the Wellspring Arms, prepared to be just as helpful as always to those who came through the door.

Which was not very.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff was in the back of the store meditating today. It only looked like he was napping. He'd learned how to do this from monks a few thousand years ago!

Okay, he was napping.

The Wellspring Arms was open. And run by a slacker today.

[OOC: SP for me as it's Mother's Day and I'm celebrating by taking myself to a movie.]
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
In honor of graduation weekend, Biff had put up a big sign in the window:

SPECIAL DEALS AT WELLSPRING ARMS
THIS WEEKEND ONLY
YOU STILL CAN'T BUY ANYTHING
HAHAHAHAHAHA


Biff was very helpful, yes.

He was behind the counter with a bacon sandwich, ready to be as helpful as he ever was.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff was a Very Responsible eight year old and showed up for his job and didn't touch things he wasn't supposed to and everything.

For about thirty seconds.

"I'm booooooooooooooooooored," he whined.

The Park [afternoon]

Saturday, April 24th, 2010 01:09 pm
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
After tearing through his house like a kid on a sugar high (which, well, he had been), Biff finally discovered Outside.

"Let's play Stone the Adulteress!" he cried to whoever was around before gathering up some rocks.

Children's games two thousand years ago were odd.

[OOC: So very open.]
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
See Biff. See Biff do the "I didn't have any kids show up this weekend!" dance.

Dance, Biff, dance.

Wellspring Arms was open.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff was behind the counter, flipping through a magazine and wondering vaguely just how much effort it would be to find someone to cater Passover.

He would be happy for a distraction.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff was not a bully from the fifties with an insane haircut this weekend, which meant that he had a job and was choosing to show up today.

He was currently trying to teach the rats in the store how to sing an old funeral dirge. "Come on, you know the words!" he encouraged, clapping out the beat.

The Arms was open.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff was running a little late today (blame last night's activity combined with trying to figure out what to do with flowers), but he was in a fantastic mood as he wandered around the store.

Mmm. Desperation Day.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff was in an excellent mood thanks to the success he had at the Three Minute Dates last night.

It wasn't making him terribly productive at work, of course, but there wasn't much that would make Biff productive at work.

Wellspring Arms was open.
[identity profile] mistressofblack.livejournal.com
Lulu's smile was bright as she flipped the sign on Cafe Fina's door from 'Closed' to 'Open'. The last few days had been a flurry of handwavy activity as downstairs got some touch-ups -- and the upstairs apartment was completely renovated. She'd not yet moved her stuff over from the hotel, but otherwise the place was ready for anyone interested to move in.

Taking a seat at the front counter, Lulu finished up the specials board, ready for the first customer at the new Cafe Fina.

Today's Specials:
Lunch Special
Grilled Chicken Panini with Spinach and Chèvre
On a black-olive, whole wheat ciabatta

Dinner Specials
Spicy Red Pepper Risotto

Tiramisu



[OOC: Off to work, will be back by 5PM Eastern.]
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Inventory. Biff was going through lists and piles of paper, wondering just how angry some of his coworkers would be if he rearranged everything by size rather than alphabetically.

He would be more than happy to be of absolutely no help to whoever walked into the store, too!
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff wasn't generally one for violence, but this weekend he'd make an exception. He stood at the entrance to the gun shop with a large mallet and an annoyed look on his face, smacking any of the creatures that got too close and keeping a mental tally of how far he shot them.

[OOC: OCD is looking for the Motrin.]
[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com
Deadpool was pretty sure he was gonna need to be wasted by the end of the night, but for now he was having enough fun with the cheap and not too great tasting beer. Look, it was the first day of trying to start a bowling league. Of course he was gonna get hammered.

There were plenty of those disease filled rental shoes for people and even some fancy sparkly balls.

Heh. Balls.

Oh yeah, it was gonna be a interesting night no matter what.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff came from the Middle East, where his God spoke to His Chosen People through fire and not ice. Biff had bitched about the weather his entire way across Central Asia, across Afghanistan, across China, and all the way back to Jerusalem.

So if you think Biff, bundled up in just about every piece of clothing he owned (the look was...interesting), wasn't going to bitch your ear off about the weather if you came through that door, you didn't know Biff very well.

[OOC: The OCD wonders why it doesn't have snow outside its windows. This has been confusing it all weekend.]
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff was in his normal place behind the counter (not reading Gibbs' magazine today, thank you very much) sending obnoxious text messages to various people instead of doing anything truly productive.

His new year's resolution had been to be in more contact with his friends. He was sure they appreciated the effort.

[OOC: the OCD got packed with Christmas decorations.]
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff (with a copy of his favorite stolen magazine, Sniper's Monthly), lounged behind the counter and looked as helpful as a person who worked in a meditation center could.

Shhh. It wasn't napping. It was being Zen. Really.

[OOC: The OCD is running from the cold and cannot be reached.]
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
As well-versed as Biff was in Josh's life, he was very amused by Christmas falling in the winter, and even more amused by the expectation that there should have been snow in Jerusalem to mark the event.

...the less people asked Biff about his opinion on the Magi, the better.

He was in his normal spot behind the counter if anyone was looking for after-Christmas specials on weaponry. Not that there were any specials. Or he'd sell them to you if there were.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff, humming the Neil Diamond version of "The Chanukah Song", and wearing a Santa hat that wouldn't come off, wandered around the store pretending to dust.

Ah, the holiday rush! Wouldn't a weapon make a great gift? Too bad Biff won't sell one to you.
[identity profile] divinesurfchick.livejournal.com
It was here! Party night! And Aphrodite was there to greet all her guests at the door of the banquet room.

The party was actually taking place in two rooms, with the buffet dinner in the smaller one and dancing in the larger. Just inside the door of the larger room was the twelve-foot tree, with twinkly crystal lights, but no decoration. This was where people were free to place their own ornament on the tree, showing what holiday they were celebrating.

Also in the dancing room were several tapestries, with the names of several holidays in golden thread, and some symbol of the celebration. These ranged from a tree for Solstice, a menorah for Hanukkah, a nativity scene for Christmas, and several others.

The buffet was grand, with turkey, ham, and roasted lamb with all the trimmings. Near the bar was an actual champagne fountain, with real champagne flowing over the glasses for patrons to fill their own.

The food was ready to be served, the band was warming up for the dancers, and the goddess of love was at the door to welcome you!


(ooc: Party post, up early for SP. Everyone is welcome, and don't forget to bring your holiday ornament! Wait for the OCD is up!)
[identity profile] iruinenglish.livejournal.com
Buffy had done a lot of soul-searching, trying to figure out what to do about this baby. She knew she couldn't count on Jason and could only hope it wasn't his, and her former addictions and run ins with the law had left her with little money to her name and horrible credit.

She was left with the only choice she felt she had left. She'd sworn she'd never go back to it, but she had to find a way to make ends meet for the sake of her child!

So tonight, Buffy Summers was on a different kind of patrol. The kind of patrol that meant hookering.


[IDEK. Open, against all better judgment. You'll have to pay though.]
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff wasn't here today, working with weapons and plotting his twin brother's deah. Nay! Nay! Biff was locked in a cold, damp basement and Ffib, his evil twin (shut up, Ffib was an excellent name), was wandering through the store, giving all of the weapons pet names and cackling to himself.

Wellsprings Arms was open, but God help you if you choose to enter...
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
See Biff. See Biff plant strawberries on Farmville. Plant, Biff, plant.

"I can't believe I need three thousand of these things."

Gripe, Biff, gripe.

Biff and the Arms was there for you non-fake farming needs as well!
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff had a bacon sandwich and a new book to read if it turned out to be a quiet shift.

He kept glancing toward the door, just in case anyone had a need for meditating, shooting things, or not being allowed to buy a weapon.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
After a very successful foray over the causeway to make the acquaintance of many lovely women wearing lingerie and ears as costuming, Biff was just a little bit hungover when he arrived for work.

He was hiding behind his stolen copy of Sniper's Monthly, totally taking a nap.

The Arms was open, though!
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff was running late. His stupid strawberries took longer to harvest than he thought they would.

And as he sat down behind the counter, he realized that the blueberries he'd planted would all be dead before his shift was over.

There was a cranky Biff ready to be annoying at you, should you show up today.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
It seemed like three quarters of the town had taken off on vacation. A more devious man would be plotting to take over the island, rename it "Biffland" and demand tribute when they returned.

Biff was playing MyZoo.

Deviously.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
After swinging past the brunch for a plate of bacon, Biff camped out behind the counter and waited for really confused people to come visit him.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff was at his usual spot behind the counter at Wellspring Arms, reading a copy of Sniper's Monthly.

Sorry, Gibbs.
[identity profile] nojesusfreak.livejournal.com
Biff had discovered a new game on Facebook.

"Grow faster!" he commanded his farm.

It wasn't listening.

Wellspring Arms was open.

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