[identity profile] boho-to-be.livejournal.com
The store seemed to be back in order today, so -- other than draping some of the tinsel caught in his scarf across the cash register for a festive touch -- Christian didn't do much work. Instead, he decided to spend the day in character as Prince Charming to prepare for the play performance.

if you've ever wanted to be waited on by a chivalrous if perplexed fairy tale character, today is your lucky day. He was even wearing the cape from his costume.

[OOC: No OCD, open record shop!]
[identity profile] boho-to-be.livejournal.com
Christian ignored the snow as he got to work. He had a Christmas display to set up!

He sang softly as he arranged evergreen branches and lights about the shop. He hadn't done any shopping yet, but he was determined to make it a lovely holiday season.

[OOC: OCD is hiding from the Xmas onslaught. Open shop.]
[identity profile] boho-to-be.livejournal.com
Christian was lethargic as he got into work today. No particular reason; just poor sleep and a mild case of the blues that he was sure he'd get over with proper distraction.

He tried to shake it off. After all, he had Ariel's birthday party to look forward to. He'd spend his free time during his shift looking for presents for her.

[OOC: Insomnia + work access issues = crazy early posting. No OCD today.]
[identity profile] boho-to-be.livejournal.com
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.


Christian all but pirouetted around the store as he unloaded new stock. His conversation with Rinoa at rehearsal yesterday might have been a bit awkward in places, but overall he couldn't argue with the end results.

Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.


He was still a bit uncomfortable -- there was a twitch under his skin that kissing hadn't done much to quench -- but it wasn't so far off from how he normally felt. He could manage it.

There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
in time - It's easy.


Groovy Tunes was open, and even more musical than it normally was.

[OOC: Open! OCD lives on a yellow submarine.]
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Jonothon didn't breathe. Jono didn't have little things like 'internal organs,' and so you would think that he would be immune to little things like hormone-pollen, as a result. And, in the most technical sense, you would be absolutely right.

Jonothon was also a being made of almost pure psionic energy, surrounded by people, not only teenagers, who were almost all feeling the effects of that pollen, and who tended to project their emotional states, sometimes loudly and very urgently.

Jonothon hated everything, ever, and was sitting behind the counter with narrowed pure-white eyes, a kitten in his lap, and very angry music playing very loudly.

The Groovy Tunes is open, and decidedly uncomfortable today, curse you all.

[Open and around!]

Caritas | Sunday

Sunday, October 31st, 2010 08:02 pm
[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com
Sure it was Halloween, but it was Sunday and Sunday was bar night.

In that John showed up at the bar to drink and make fun of Tino's candy selection. "Candy corn? That's just insulting. There's not even chocolate involved. I'll be in the lounge!"

[OOC: short weekend was busy, mod Tino!]

The Boards, Wednesday

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010 07:58 am
[identity profile] apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com
Genesis cast his gaze over his minions actors and actresses. His eyes narrowed at the expected—he listened to radio, after all—but not approved of absence of one of them.

How were they supposed to do Scene Five without one half of it?

Hmmm.

Well, it was only two of the children who were involved. Perhaps he’d call them in for extra practice later.

"We’re moving on to scenes six through eight today," he informed them. Idly wondering how many would realize he'd just skipped a scene without bothering to justify that. "Which means several of you who’ve had no lines prior to this are up today. Rinoa, Ariel, Sara, Jack—you don’t get to sleep today—and Triela. Up on stage."

[Plz to be waiting for the OCD has arrived! Carry on!]
[identity profile] boho-to-be.livejournal.com
Christian had borrowed a keyboard to poke at today, and was singing softly to himself as he went about the business of running the store.

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stayed too long
I'd probably break down and cry


Rinoa's eyes weren't blue, but the rest of the song felt about right.

[OOC: OCD is afraid Axl Rose will eat it. SP warning still on.]
[identity profile] boho-to-be.livejournal.com
Christian had enjoyed his trip to Kansas City for class the day before; his only complaint was that it had been far too short. But his happiness at that had been cut short by a rather frustrating play rehearsal. If he couldn't walk like a prince -- which Genesis seemed convinced of -- how could he possibly play one well enough to even make it through opening night?

He mulled that and his script over as he listened to a compilation of Kansas City jazz. The music was helping his mood considerably.

[OOC: Open and OCD-free shop, bbs.]

The Boards, Wednesday

Wednesday, October 6th, 2010 07:24 am
[identity profile] apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com
Genesis had spent the last few days brooding, as he tended to do when left alone, and sulking about missing Angeal. (Not that he'd admit it out-loud, but he would wager half his paycheck that Angeal knew exactly what he was doing.)

Today, however, he had something else to do.

And that something else? Rehearsal.

Drinks were set out--coffee, tea, various juices and, of course, bottled water. Food was set out--muffins, crackers and various things to put on said crackers, croissants, fruit and vegetables.

And Genesis was pacing on the stage. He'd get off as soon as people needed it.

[Wait for the OCD is up, up and away!]
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As per the usual, the Groovy Tunes today was full of music, courtesy of Jonothon Starsmore and his electric guitar. The one that had named itself 'Strat' on that weird weekend when things were people. Not his acoustic or the ESP that he'd picked up not long ago. Maybe he just trusted his Strat not to steer him wrong, as today he was occupied with the daunting task of trying to hammer out a set list for the show that Rinoa had roped him into doing in early November.

... So far, it wasn't all that difficult. All he really had to do was glance up, spot a CD that he liked on the shelves, and then ask himself, 'what song on there do I like, that I think the rest of the band can handle learning?'

So far, the set list was about three-hundred songs strong and counting. He'd probably spend next week just paring it down again.

[OCD-free, as always, and open! I'll be running out the door shortly for class, but I'll be back this afternoon to grab pings!]
[identity profile] boho-to-be.livejournal.com
Christian was in a glorious mood despite the persistent rain outside. The rehearsal yesterday had gone much better than he'd expected after Squall confronted him.

Besides, who wouldn't be in a good mood with a white unicorn clip-clopping after you to compliment everything you did? It made Christian want to sing!

See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out


The unicorn stomped its hooves and shouted "Encore! Encore!"

What could Christian do but oblige?

[OOC: OCD got waylaid by a unicorn, who is convincing it that it's absolutely fabulous.]
[identity profile] apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com
To say that Genesis was in a good mood today was like saying that rain was wet. He had his cast, he had a small but functional crew (though he could still add to that), and only one person had threatened him with death yesterday.

Which had been funny anyway.

All of that meant Genesis was all but chipper as he made certain that the chairs, arranged in a semi-circle were just so and that the food was laid out—mostly moddable foods that were simple to eat and would not leave a great mess—and drinks—juices, water, coffee and tea—were their proper temperatures.

Then it was a waiting game until his minions actors and actresses had all shown up. And then, then it was time to begin.

"I’m glad to see you all could make it." Because otherwise he’d have had to go looking for his actors and would not have been best pleased. Instead, he sounded coolly pleased with the situation. "Today we’ll be doing introductions: I’m Genesis Rhapsodos, the director, and so long as you’re in here, you answer to me." That covered things nicely, didn’t it? And was fairly reasonable, so far as he was concerned. "Excellent. As well as a read-through of the script. You are, at this time, permitted to ask any question so long as it concerns the play at hand."

And no, he would not change your role. And yes, this was him in a good mood.

[Wait for the OCD is up omigod.]
[identity profile] boho-to-be.livejournal.com
Christian had never seen anything like the tiny multicolored larvae that squirmed over the racks of CDs at Groovy Tunes today. He tried poking at one, and was rewarded by a chorus in his head.

Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me


He blinked, shook his head, and touched another one.

California girls, We’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin
So hot, we'll melt your Popsicle
Ooh Oh Oh


There was nothing to be done: Groovy Tunes had been infested with the dread earworm. Christian, having finally gotten the message not to poke at things, settled back at the counter. A handmade sign on the door read, Please do not touch the records.

[OOC: OCD is so unforgettable -- oh wait.]
[identity profile] apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com
Vast amusement was... possibly not the usual reaction to holding the first day of tryouts, no. Especially not when he actually did want people to stop by.

But Genesis rarely went for the usual reaction if he was in a position where he could, for all intents and purposes, pick his reaction. Being contrary was far more amusing as he saw it.

Besides, it was not as if he planned to laugh in their faces.

... He could only hope that, should anyone come by, they’d be talented enough that he wouldn’t have to work to keep from laughing. There was little point in scaring them off before he’d gotten them up on stage, after all.

Casting for Snow White
Cast and crew needed! Free food and drink available!


[Plz to be waiting for the OCD is up!]
[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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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] boho-to-be.livejournal.com
Christian had made plans to go bass shopping with Jono later in the day, so of course he was spending much of his shift looking through music equipment catalogues and day-dreaming about how he'd look with the basses pictured. Playing music on them was a bit of a secondary concern at the moment.

He hoped the junk shop would have a red one.

[OOC: Open shop. OCD is practicing its Les Claypool imitation.]
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Oh, God. Jonothon had certainly gone and stepped into it up to his knees this time, hadn't he? Between the time he'd spent playing music in the common room last week and then his conversation with Rinoa outside of that club the day after, it seemed as though he was stuck somewhere in event planning limbo for an early November concert that he hadn't even spoken to his birthday-present-vocalist about, yet.

And so he did what any sane individual would do when faced with something big and slightly horrifying and a serious lack of, say, fellow band members with which to pull it off.

He panicked and stuck a sign in the window.

Play An Instrument?
Bring it in.
Play it.
Leave with a CD of your choice for free.


He'd bribe people into sneaky, unofficial auditions, naturally.

[Open and, as always, free of that pesky OCD thing!]
[identity profile] boho-to-be.livejournal.com
Christian spent much of his workday behind the counter at Groovy Tunes, reading music magazines.

He'd claim this was to get up to date on modern music. Really, though, he was mostly gawping at photos of Lady Gaga and Katy Perry.

He wondered what the first was a lady of.

[OOC: Open shop, OCD fled!]

Caritas | Wednesday

Wednesday, September 8th, 2010 06:59 pm
[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com
So, it looked like Alex was an employee now. Tino kind of hated it because he'd just gotten used to the meathead and now he was dealing with Mr. Instability. Alex really didn't care what Tino thought.

Alex cared about the free booze and getting paid to watch zombies play crap music. Alex cared about other things too but not right now. He had a lingering headache from last night, he hadn't been sleeping, and now he was well on his way to getting nice and drunk.

It was a typical night.
[identity profile] redheadbabyvamp.livejournal.com
Jessica had spent the past few nights shopping for things for her apartment. Even if she didn't need to use the bathroom, it was Serious Business deciding what colors to make the rugs and shower curtains.

Tino just patiently sighed and listened as she told him her thought process from pink to deep red to blue and back to pink again.
[identity profile] boho-to-be.livejournal.com
Christian was excited to start work at the music shop. As far as he could tell, he was being paid to listen to songs -- it was all very exciting.

He did a few test purchases on the register, just to make absolutely certain he'd know how it worked if he had to ring anybody up, and then went to flip through the used CDs to find something to listen to. He picked aomething called Songs for Swinging Lovers entirely because he liked the title. The music wasn't bad, either.

The moment that you speak
I wanna go play hide-and-seek.
I wanna go and bounce the moon
Just like a toy balloon


Groovy Tunes was open, and Christian would be happy to stop singing to help any customers.
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Jonothon had done it again. He'd gotten up and out of bed, and he'd made his way into town (with his guitar, yes), and to the Groovy Tunes, where, with the exception of about an hour during the day that he was going to take off for class instead of the lunch break that he never needed, he would be around.

All day. Probably well past close, just because he could.

There was a Now Hiring sign up in the door, and Jono was behind the counter, idly picking at his guitar. And if he happened to give a special sort of reverence to Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah, then what of it?

The Groovy Tunes is open.

[And, as always, the OCD has been run through the paper shredder.]
[identity profile] boho-to-be.livejournal.com
Christian walked down to the spot where he'd last seen Ariel in hopes of finding some sign of her, but there was nothing but the shore and the water under an unseasonably gray sky. He watched for a while anyhow, willing himself to see the mermaids beyond the waves.

But he couldn't. "I do not think that they will sing to me," he half-quoted, and sat dejected on the beach, fingers sinking into the sand.

Eventually, his idle digging turned into building a sand castle. He almost imagined it would someday be a place for Ariel to live.

Well. It could be one. She'd just have to become very, very small.

[OOC: Open beach.]

Caritas | Sunday

Sunday, August 22nd, 2010 07:54 pm
[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com
Clark wasn't exactly working at the bar so much as stopping by to see how his good friend Tino was. Maybe have a coke and see if he couldn't tune in some preseason football for his trouble.

It was good being in a town where he didn't get interrupted twice a quarter to rescue someone who'd been buried alive.

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010 12:02 pm
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It wasn't a quiet day at the Groovy Tunes today, no.

Jonothon had made good on his threats to his Stratocaster to go out and buy an acoustic guitar if the thing didn't behave himself over the weekend, and now, on top of his amplifiers and the offending once-again-inanimate Fender, Jono had gone to the trouble of hauling his new guitar along with him as well.

... It had taken a few trips.

At any rate, once he'd put up the Now Hiring sign in the window again, Jono was busying himself by playing music on the new acoustic, with his Strat propped up on its stand where it would have had a lovely view if only it had eyes and wasn't an inanimate object.

Sometimes, Jono was a vengeful bastard.

[Groovy Tunes is open, and OCD-free as usual!]
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Didi was a bit distracted as she arrived at the coffee shop to meet Karla. She'd realized when she looked at her calendar that Jono was turning 19 today, and she had no plans at all for what to give him. She'd have to come up with something special quickly.

She pondered that as she sipped her tea, watching people pass along the street outside.

[OOC: Didi's here for Karla, but the Perk is open for your other coffee needs!]
[identity profile] boho-to-be.livejournal.com
Christian was at the restaurant he and Ariel had agreed on early -- he'd never keep a lady waiting. He carried a nosegay with stems wrapped in paper and had a partial manuscript tucked into one pocket, just behind the more practical notebook they'd need to talk. he was sure there'd be plenty of "talking" tonight; for one, he could not wait to tell Ariel how much her poem had meant to him.

He read the menu as he waited. The scents coming from inside the restaurant were delightful; he didn't know what many of the listed ingredients were, but he had faith that they'd taste as good as they smelled.


[OOC:For Ariel, though it's an open restaurant! Up early because it can be.]
[identity profile] give-areason.livejournal.com
Rosalind would by lying if she said that the park was not her favourite place on Fandom.

The preserve had its own appeal (sans the teal deer, even if they were appealing to the tiny bit of her that still daydreamed), but the park, with the neat paths and the benches carefully strew about at intervals that invited people to sit was her favourite.

Orderly and yet mostly natural. And very very green. She stretched her legs out in front of her, crossing them at the heels, and leaned back against the bench she sat on.

For the moment, she'd revel in her solitude and the simple beauty of the park being green around her.

It was better than thinking too hard again about things she hadn't made her mind up about quite yet.

[Oooopen.]

Pixie Dust, Monday

Monday, June 14th, 2010 08:35 am
[identity profile] gorka-wolf.livejournal.com
It was an unusually busy day at Pixie Dust.

First, Makita had some tidying and organizing to do. Cleaning the dressing rooms, washing the mirrors, vacuum the store, and straighten the racks. Then it was time to sit back and wait. And try to stay out of the way.

Pixie Dust was open, and unusually tidy given which shopgirl was working today.

[OOC: The OCD totally dragged itself to work today.]
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After a conversation with Kitty earlier in the week about summer and beaches and partying in general, she and Warren had both agreed that throwing one such party as soon as possible would be a great idea!

And, while Warren hadn't really done this 'beach party' thing many times in his life, he'd decided to default to the tried and true, 'if it looks beach-like, spend money on it' strategy, just to be certain that he didn't mess this up. There was a cooler with assorted soft drinks inside, a BBQ and a small stack of hot dogs and hamburgers, there were salads and there were chips and, heaven help him, he'd invested in a beach volleyball net. Because if there was one thing that television had taught him about these things, it was that an afternoon on the beach wasn't complete without a rousing game of beach volleyball while played to a rousing montage of 80's rock on that handy portable radio he'd bought.

Yep. Beach volleyball. Probably shirtless. Or at least in bikinis.

... Look, he was a teenage boy. He was allowed to have some wishful thinking at least sometimes, right?

[Open! Random beach party for the sake of partying on a beach, anyone?]
[identity profile] boho-to-be.livejournal.com
Christian wasn't quite sure what to do in getting ready for his date with Leia; he ended up trying on and discarding almost everything in his closet before ending up with a shirt and pants that looked ... pretty much exactly like all of his other clothes. A small notebook was tucked into his pocket.

Once he got to the beach, he spread out a blanket and sat down, contemplating taking off his shoes to go wading once they'd eaten. Leia seemed like she might enjoy that.

[OOC: For the princess, please!]
[identity profile] suit-of-sables.livejournal.com
Geoffrey was starting to wonder if he shouldn't have just tried to cobble together a bunch of his old scripts to do something a bit more in his usual style... but at least people were coming. At least no one was trying to kill him over what'd happened the other, er, month.

But there was the music to worry about. He'd need to either see about a soundtrack tape or find people who'd be willing to play the music for the songs. Or maybe...

Hmmm.

Casting for East Side Story
Free food and drink! Cast and crew needed! Musicians welcome!


[ocd up!]
[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com
It was Ariel's first day at work! At a job! A human job!

This was intense.

Of course, she didn't want to screw it up by completely ignoring what her job entailed so that she could go ooh and aah at all the pretty human clothing. She did, admittedly, do a little bit of that when she opened, but she could easily argue (or would argue, if she could talk) that she was just doing the rounds to make sure everything was in order before she opened.

Thankfully, though, the temptation of the clothes wouldn't be too bad, thanks to the distraction of fashion magazines. She could maintain her spot at the counter and flip through those, and there was absolutely no shortage of interesting things within! It was a fascinating study of humans that just wasn't available to her back home. And so pretty! And she was surely getting quite a few ideas on what some of these things that were so new to her were all about...

...pity no one really told her that fashion ads, as a rule, made no sense and rarely conveyed anything even close to real life.

Pixie Dust is open!

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