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craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

It was the last day of the reunion and Jessica figured she needed to take a moment alone. Get some solitude, a place to be with her thoughts for a little bit, in a quiet place. The beach would work. Have some white noise from the water, what could possibly be more relaxing.

When she got there, food was already on the grill, the volleyball net was set up, and a pig was sitting next to a spit, eating from a trough. There had to be a story there. And wait, who started grilling food on a beach only to leave it, and a pig? If this was Fandom magic, it was really weird Fandom magic.

Anyway, alone-time apparently wasn't happening. She could settle for some BBQ as long as she avoided anything that might have come from that pig's family.

The Impromptu Labor Day Beach Cookout was on!

nookiepowered

Bo wasn't sure how much traffic there'd be tonight given the dance at the community center, but she still set out for work with plenty of time to spare.

Of course, that was before she ran into the gray-skinned guy in the milkman's uniform on the sidewalk outside her shop-turned-house, and there was a small misunderstanding with a knife and some pepper spray and the fact that it took her just a little too long for comfort (his) to realize he didn't have black eyes or claws or a tail.

Now Bo was rushing around trying to do her pre-opening cleanup long after opening, and Pete the Milkman was sitting in the back nursing the second of a string of free drinks to make up for his spectacularly monochrome black eye. She'd worry about it cutting into her tips if he wasn't drinking, well. Milk.

[Sorry for the lateness of the hour. This has been a day of not-goodness.]

texted3times

Eric had no interest in the chocolates that were springing up everywhere, but he made Tiny (who was refusing to take off the mouse ears he'd picked up today) put them into candy dishes to look like they'd been part of the club's idea instead of, well, an island-wide thing.

The door proclaimed: HALF-PRICED DRINKS FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE STILL GRAY. GET YOUR "'I SURVIVED AN INVASION AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS STUPID T-SHIRT" SHIRTS HERE. $5.

Eric saw no reason not to try to turn a profit just because the last week had been vaguely terrifying.

The club was open. Rock music was playing loudly because Eric thought he was funny. Jack was doing inventory in the back.

Current Mood: amused

lockestheway

The blasted heath might be trying to devour the entire island, but it still hailed from one focal point. The campgrounds, now grey and full of ashes, held the source of the taint. A rock, so strangely hued, so alien-looking. The fissure it was in produced bubbles now under the last rays of the sun, sending the water trembling.

It was time to do something about it.

It would take work to draw all the grey out of the land, but concentrated effort might do it. After that, removing the rock might work - at least if the professors of Miskatonic University were right.

That was the plan.

But there were monsters on the horizon, playing and eating around the blasted heath, and they would not take any of this lightly.

Be ready, Fandom. It’s going to be a long day.

[[ this is your finale post, folks! ~~hold on for the~~ ocd up, NPCs and crazy PCs here. ]]

lockestheway

The blasted heath was really enjoying itself now. Having turned everything in the campgrounds to ashes, it now spread to cover the park in full, twisting its creatures into grotesque shapes. Even sand on the beach had greyed, and tiny crabs were both growing bigger and more fearsome.

The taint climbed up the walls, destroying ivy and mosses that might have rested on them. It would take time for the rock and cement to grow brittle and crumble, but it would not be more than a few days before even the buildings of Fandom Town would submit, and turn to ashes.

The heath now reached its tendrils slowly into one direction. The dorms, once so far away, coming ever closer to its reach.

[[ mod your critters, or go here for NPCs. ]]

nookiepowered

It was Take Your Marsupial’d Friend To Work Day! Or as Kenzi also admitted, try-to-scam-more-drinks-out-of-that-Eric-guy day.

To which Bo’s admittedly smaller-than-usual-brained opinion was Good luck with that, kiddo, because she was completely aware of that plan without ever having to hear it voiced. She was also completely scampering up and down the bar-top at the moment, checking that Kenzi wasn’t stealing anybody’s whiskey or wallet, as you do.

So far, she was confining herself to the bar peanuts. But hey look! That guy must not love his wallet very much, if he was keeping it right where anyone could reach for it! “So I’m thinking of getting you a habitat, or getting a geek to build you one, so you can keep in shape. ‘Cause you don’t want to lose muscle tone while you’re a sorta-mouse.”

“SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAKITY-SQUEAK!”

“You do want to lose muscle tone?” Kenzi gave Bo a cockeyed look. Then held up the wallet. “What, this?”

“SQUEAK SQUEAKER SQUEAK,” which was still-unidentified marsupial for “Yes, that, and you are NOT building me a --”

Except that “HAMSTER WHEEL!” came out in English. Very loud English. From a very naked human...oid. On a very cold bar.

Kenzi’s first reaction: “Yay, you’re human again! Ish.” Kenzi’s second reaction: “Dude, that looks chilly.” Followed by a hand over her mouth and a stream of snickers.

“I’m...” Bo would be doing a little dance? Except COLD, and BAR, and -- “CLOTHES!” And trying not to look out at the dancefloor and guess how many people might have noticed, because she was busy rolling off the bar to crouch behind it.

“I had some ready! Um. Back in my room?” She really should’ve brought those along, shouldn’t she? “Ooooops.” Kenzi peered around, then took off her knitted tam. With the little pom-pom. “You can have my hat?”

Bo stared at her for a full ten seconds before “TINY!” came out fully as loud as any earlier comments about habitrail parts.

Speaking of staring...

“TINY! FOCUS!” Except focusing wasn’t really his problem, was it. The issue was where. “Oh, for God’s sake. Give me your shirt.”

It was going to be a long night.

One that would still involve doing a little dance, once he handed over that shirt.

[OOC: Preplayed with the lovely

regretiz4suckas, OCD up and open!]

exboywonder.livejournal.com

There had been issues. Dick Dastardly couldn't find Muttley, he didn't have a plane to chase any pigeons... He couldn't even find a pigeon to catch! So he needed a pigeon locator and a plane, but he needed money to buy both of those since he couldn't find his regular mechanic.

He did have keys to a motorcycle, though, and it didn't take him long to find where the motorcycle was parked, paint it purple, and put a spikey drill thing on the front of it. Once that was all settled, Dick Dastardly rode over to the bank, where he would earn that money the old fashioned way: by stealing it. All he had to do was drill into the lock, ride his brand new Mean Machine over to the vault, and start drilling into that.

"Drat, drat, and double drat!" Dick Dastardly cursed as he started drilling. "This is going to take forever with this drill! Lucky for me, the bank is closed on Sunday, so I won't have any interruptions."

[OOC: Open to interruptions.]

nookiepowered

Not that Bo needed a list of reasons to be in a good mood; she'd usually settle for just one and cling to it like a slightly-desperate barnacle. This time, though...

Whoever she'd been last weekend had still filled out her timecard. Yay, paycheck.

She wasn't him anymore, which meant:
1. She wasn't a sweet but naive idiot.
2. She wasn't from Indiana.
3. She had breasts.
4. What? She liked breasts.

Mmm, death gods.

She'd think of something else later.

So today, your bartender would be smiling at you. Possibly slightly wider if you had breasts. What? She liked breasts.

[Open!]

Current Mood: pleased

exboywonder.livejournal.com

Since it was the weekend and he didn't have to do anything for his circus class, Bozo set up his actual circus in the park. There were a bunch of NPCs standing off to the side as the audience. Some already had prizes (like Mouse Trap! Or Boggle! Or Matt's Chocolate Chip Cookies!) and some of them had remains of shaving cream pies that had been thrown in their faces.

But since this wasn't being televised and everyone loved the Grand Prize Game more than anything else, six buckets had been set up and Bozo had plenty of ping pong balls for anyone who wanted to play for a chance at Bucket Number Six, where they could win a new Schwinn bike and a fresh, crisp, $100 bill!

[OOC: Open to all! For anyone who was deprived and never saw The Bozo Show, the buckets (about the size of a small popcorn bucket) and in a line. You stand behind the first one with your toes behind a line on the ground and have to drop/throw a ping pong ball into each bucket in numerical order before trying to hit #6, alllllll the way down there.

Also, go back in time and watch WGN so that you understand how great clowns can be.]

nookiepowered

Even after a couple weeks on the island, Woody Boyd still wasn't sure how he'd ended up here when he was heading for Boston, but he sure wasn't going to knock it. The pay was good, there were no pigs in the club except for Friday nights when those 3 talking ones came in and sat around complaining about the price of straw, wood, and bricks, and everybody around here was just so goldarned friendly!

If maybe a little weird. City folks; what could you do?

[Open!]

always-damp.livejournal.com

Toby found he liked this whole random mistletoe thing and sat in the doorway of a dressing room, chatting with one of the plants.

"So, try and look like, extra perky if a cute boy comes in the shop today. Not like I wouldn't kiss an ugly boy." Okay, even Toby knew that was a lie. "But I'd really like to kiss a cute one and you, like being here all of a sudden totes makes me think I'm gonna get the chance to during the day and not in some skanky club wearing too much body glitter." What was he saying? There was never too much.

Pixie Dust was open, even if the store seemed rather empty at the moment.

[ooc: ocd-free like the wiiiind]

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Ella had tried to lure the tiny horses on the diner roof down with hay and lumps of sugar, but hadn't met with any success. She was still pouting about that failure as she took her station behind the counter, and she made the chefs cook things that the horses would like, just in case they changed their minds.

Specials
Oatmeal
Carrot-Ginger Soup
Applesauce Muffins

The diner was open.

always-damp.livejournal.com

By some act of Fandom, the weather was behaving itself. Any clouds or rain the weather forecasters had blathered about on the news seemed to have skipped over the entirety of Fandom Island. It was a perfect afternoon in October, just the right temperature in which to spend the day outside with pleasant company. Or even relatives.

A wide variety of sumptuous food was spread out on long tables at one end of the park. In the center were plenty of comfortable blue and gold tables and chairs perfect for sitting, chatting, and eating. To the other end of he park was the registration table where visitors could sign in and pickup their name tags.

Just above the registration area was a bright banner announcing the start of a hopefully calm weekend:
Welcome to Parents Weekend 2008
[OOC: DONE! Registration | Security | Food & Drink | Mingling]

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

See Buffy.

See Buffy patrol.

See Buffy come back with coffee and a "Everyone still dead? Good," when she gets bored.

Patrol, Buffy, patrol.

[It's been a very long day. Open!]

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

There was a large signboard in front of Atlas Gym proclaiming the evening's event:

Swim Suit Up and Grab a Noodle!
Wednesdays at the Dive-In
Tonight's Feature - Mandibles

Students, townies, and teachers alike could cuddle up on a raft or a noodle in the heated, Olympic-sized pool or the bubbly jacuzzi and watch an enormous fake shark gnaw people to bits.

Barney fully expected at least five of the boys to try to freak out the girls or the new lifeguard. She was hired to look pretty, not to save your lives.

Current Mood: nostalgic

laidanegg.livejournal.com

While everyone else was busy with all kinds of weddings, Dick brought the world's largest cubic zirconia to his weather machine that he had hidden in the lighthouse. It was time to bring devastation to the world. "MWAHAHAHAHAHA," Dick said as he placed the zirconia into the machine. Now all he had to do was turn the machine on and the whole world would be frozen in ice.

But first, he needed a nap.

When he woke up twenty minutes later, he realized, "It was all just a... No." Dick saw the weather machine. "No!" He saw the cubic zirconia. "NOOOOOO!" It hadn't been a dream at all! He had actually been trying to freeze the world! Unable to deal with the evilness that resided within him, grabbed the zirconia and leaped out of the lighthouse to the rocky water below. The evilness in his heart had died with him. He was now free from that and his narcolepsy.

[OOC: Not for interaction as Dick is a smear on the rocks.]

laidanegg.livejournal.com

"Look, all I want is the world's largest uncut diamond. Don't give me any of this stuff about not having it in stock and having to call people about it. Just look in the back and find me the world's largest uncut diamond, okay?" Dick demanded. He'd already constructed his weather machine that would freeze the world, he just needed the world's largest uncut diamond to power it.

"I will give you one million dollars if you get me the world's largest uncut diamond!" he called out to the clerk in the back. After a few more minutes, the clerk came back to apologize, but they didn't have it.

"When my weather machine's working, you'll be the first person I freeze," Dick said.

laidanegg.livejournal.com

Dick woke up on a park bench. He wasn't sure how he got here, but he did know one thing definitively... "It was all just a dream," he said. But he said it quietly so that nobody might hear it. In fact, at the moment it seemed as if his entire purpose was to be in the background if anyone with an actual speaking part wandered by.

He was an extra. And he was suddenly reading a newspaper in order to guarantee that there was no eye contact made with more important people.

[OOC: Park is open for any parkly needs. Dick will not talk to anyone in the post. He may, however, move slightly in the background. Please don't mind him.]

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

The church was quiet save for a lone man in one of the pews near the front. His head was bowed, hands clasped together and lips moving silently.

The world outside was one full of depravity, transgressions and sin. Inside this church, Father Ned was safe. Inside this church, Father Ned reached out to those who were crying out for help, crying out for aide.

If they were cold, Father Ned gave them his coat. If they were hungry, Father Ned cooked them some soup. It was his small way of giving back to the world after what he'd done in the past. What he must never tell anyone.

No one would ever know that side of him. He'd been born the day he'd become a priest.

And so, Father Ned's prayers ended with a sigh and longing glance upward before he stood and looked at the empty church. Hopefully, it would be filled soon.

[So, Ned's a priest! And he'll be around all day to take confession or what have you. Come on by and confess your sins!]

Current Mood: religious!

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

There was a large signboard in front of Atlas Gym proclaiming the evening's event:

Swim Suit Up and Grab a Noodle!
Wednesdays at the Dive-In
Tonight's Feature - Space Battles IV: Fresh Dreams

Students, townies, and teachers alike could cuddle up on a raft or a noodle in the heated, Olympic-sized pool or the bubbly jacuzzi and watch Duke and Hanno save Princess Leanna from the evil Dark Helmet.

Current Mood: geeky

laidanegg.livejournal.com

Dick wasn't sure what drew him to the new pet shop in town tonight, but he certainly didn't intend on buying a Norwegian Blue parrot. He was a little concerned that the bird seemed to be suffering from a total lack of movement, but the shopkeeper assured him that the bird was just tired and shagged out after a prolonged squawk.

Dick carried the caged bird out of the shop before noticing something that he missed in the shop: the bird had been nailed to its perch. Then he noticed something else that he had missed in the shop: the bird was bereft of life. He really should have realized that one earlier. Geez, Dick.

He was going to walk right back in there and demand a refund.

[OOC: This is all

vkandis_son's fault. Dick's around after returning the bird. Otherwise, the post is of course open for all of your pet-buying needs.]

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Ella had taken off her shirt on the air last night. Ella kind of wanted to die. The fact it was radio, so people heard but did not see her topless state, had kind of gotten lost in her mortification. She simply didn't think it could be worse.

Therefore Ella was hiding, very very stealthily spending her shift in the kitchen. She would come out if clients needed her, but she'd tucked her hair up under a ballcap and was wearing stealthy dark sunglasses.

The kitchen staff had decided to cook a western feast to cheer her up.

Luke's Diner was open.

Specials
Baked beans
Barbecued leg of lamb
Texas sheet cake

[OOC: Flying OCD-free.]

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

When Robin came into work, feeling all attractive and swaggery and boobless, she found a very disgruntled young woman behind the bar.

When she was done laughing, she assured him she'd be calling him Tina all night, and then wrote up a little sign.

Girly drinks and manly beer -- half price!
Or free if you tell who you are right away, thanks

And with that, she went back to admiring her own reflection in a back of a spoon.

[I AM AROUND ALL NIGHT WHAT UP.]

Current Mood: HEE.

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Mayor Summers and Principal Winchester stood on the platform, the former crossing his arms and scowling somewhat at the back of the room. When he got up to the stand, though, that wore off.

"Welcome," he said, once everyone had entered, "I'd rather have had my first town meeting on more of an up note, but that's not in the cards. You might have noticed the arrival of another island off our shores. They aren't friendlies. Stay away from the island to the best of your ability. Don't pick fights unless you have to." He scraped his throat. "They are currently trying to hold us hostage. We're not going to let that happen."

He nodded at Zoe. "Principal Winchester?"

Zoe was trying to keep her expression neutral, in the hope that if she stayed calm, everyone else would as well. "The inhabitants of the other island want this one as their own, and their leaders have come up with a...plan of sorts for deciding who gets to stay. It's a tournament, us versus them, with chosen fighters from each side."

"After careful consideration," she said, glancing at Cable before looking back to the crowd, "we have decided that agreeing to their request is the best course of action."

"You'll find the list of chosen fighters at the door," Cable continued, fluidly, his face set as impassive as it got-- which was pretty much totally. "But have faith-- no matter how this tournament goes, they're not going to take this island, and you'll hear from us again soon enough."

[ open to all! ]

gameknowsgame.livejournal.com

Blair didn't have ice to work with this time, but she tried to do what she could with the location she had. Luckily the beach was pretty. Besides, too much gold in the decorations tended to cross the line into tacky.

So she kept the decorations to twinkling gold lights and candles. Most of the linens were a crisp white, with golden napkins and table runners to provide pops of color.

The bulk of the gold went into the food. There were brandied apricots, lemon and chocolate cheesecakes, mango sorbets, small cups of saffron vanilla pudding, miniature stuffed yellow peppers, and any number of foods that followed the theme, along with the pies that Ned had made.

Drinks were mixed, but naturally included Goldschläger, as well as coffee and cocoa decorated with tiny gold letters which said things like "Fandom" or "Goodbye Summer."

Blair had staked out a prime table with a view of the water. She sipped at a passionfruit martini, listened to the music coming out of the various speakers she'd had set up, and looked forward to a night of ~~judging~~ watching the crowd.

She was also going to make sure nobody served those skunks. Clearly they didn't know how to hold their liquor.

[ooc: OCD up! Party down!]

Current Mood: cheerful

fates_jaye

Jaye was actually at work, and there early for once, which shocked the hell out of Tino. But see, she got to host tonight, and she was actually excited for it. She'd even brought popcorn to watch. Maybe someone could get slapped in three minutes and the slapper would end up in the pond. When people arrived, there was even a sign on the door.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Jaye Tyler
Reject People! Speedily!

When everyone had gotten there, Jaye took the stage, mic in hand. "Hey there, so you should all know how this goes by now, as we've had way too many for you to be clueless. Unless you're new. In which case, ha ha, suckers. So, dating sucks, so we get you through the process really really quickly. Now you can find out within three minutes that the person you're talking to is not the one you want to spend even four minutes more with.

"Here's how it goes: I call your name, and someone else's. You get together. You talk for three minutes, get to know each other, and then you'll hear this," she said, pulling an airhorn from behind her back to sound it. "Then I'll call your name with someone else's and you switch. You'll hear this sound," she said, blowing the horn again just because she could, "five times total. Any ques- good. Enjoy!"

[Three minutes = ten comments, which means each person gets five comments in a thread. You don't have to do these chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself. Slowplay is totally fine omg.

~~Also wait for OCD becauase if you interrupt me I WILL come over there.~~ Ready! Set! Go kill my inbox!]

laidanegg.livejournal.com

Dick left his alcove to make his way to the bathroom when, before he knew it, he had arrived at The Perk. Fortunately they had restrooms. Unfortunately it took him ten minutes to find the men's room. (He had lost track of how many times he had inadvertently found the ladies' room in that time.)

After finally doing what he left his alcove to do, Dick decided to get a cup of coffee before trying to figure out what the hell he was doing all the way on the other side of the island and - more importantly - seeing how tricky it might be to get back.

[OOC: Open as coffee shops tend to be.

Originally I typed "Open for any of your Dick or coffee needs" but that just sounded wrong.]

neverfaithful.livejournal.com

Okay, of all the ways Fandom got weird on her ... the little-kid thing wasn't such a rough gig. She kinda liked it. She'd never admit it out loud. Had a rep to keep up.

"Were you a kid this weekend?" she asked Tino. "Bet you were cute."

Tino glared and didn't say anything. Like always.

Caritas. Open.

Current Mood: cheerful

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

After her flailing over a bikini, the day was too chilly for one anyhow, so Ella was clad in a sundress and light cardigan as she sat on a rock, waiting for her date. The swimsuit was stowed in her bag alongside a sack of cookies and oranges, just in case the weather changed or she changed her mind.

She fidgeted a little as she sat there, unable to decide if she was nervous but excited or excited but nervous.

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Ella was bored to be at work today. Bored bored bored. Even after she was done with her prep work, she kept wandering to the windows and stretching her neck toward the ocean, wishing she were at the beach.

Eventually, she settled on the stool behind the counter with the Bitterwoman volume she'd gotten at the library. Bitterwoman had been kidnapped by the Pride of Evil, and had to depend on that drip, Trevor, to rescue her.

Luke's was open.

Specials
Waffles with Strawberry Sauce
Asian Chicken Salad
Spicy Onion Rings

laidanegg.livejournal.com

Dick was sitting by the duck pond, enjoying the change in temperature while he could.

He even brought some bread for the ducks, but when he was halfway through the bread some more ducks joined the party. While Dick started breaking off smaller pieces in an attempt to share with everyone, in the end there were two ducks that received no bread. They started making a strange noise that Dick soon realized meant that they were sobbing because of their disappointment.

Dick realized that this was what it sounds like when ducks cry.

[OOC: The first of what is sure to be many cheesy puns from me as a response to weekly prompts. Open as a duck pond tends to be, and I do believe that duck ponds tend to be open.]

gameknowsgame.livejournal.com

When you had money and were creative you could make parties happen anywhere. Blair had both money and creativity in spades, and thus her party was born.

It was an Antarctic theme so there was ice aplenty. Blocks of it were used to make tables and chairs (with blankets and cushions on them - Blair would suffer for fabulousness but there was no reason to willingly give yourself frostbite). Slabs of ice made up the bar and the tables for food. Carefully placed lights helped to show off what was available. All in all the end effect was something not unlike this. The only thing that wasn't as icy was the floor, because much though Blair would find it amusing to watch people fall down, it ran the risk of her pretty decorations being destroyed.

There was dance music playing and a space for dancing if anyone was inclined. There were plenty of extra blankets for anyone who hadn't dressed warmly enough to avoid a chill, or just wanted an excuse to cuddle. There were also tables set up in booth-like formations for those who wanted to sit and chat without being in the middle of the flow. One table had its own bar, extra thick and comfy pillows on the chairs, and luxurious blankets to help stay warm. No prize for guessing that this was the table Blair had claimed.

[ooc - OCD is up! C'mon in!]

Current Mood: creative

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Ella had no idea the fourth was a holiday, until the grumbling of the kitchen staff gave her a good idea.

"Give us the day off," the dishwasher demanded.

"Um. All right," Ella said, only a little nervous. If it was a holiday, there shouldn't be too many customers ... right? And most of the food wasn't that hard to cook; she could manage on her own.

Absolutely.

After the staff left, she finished the prep work and settled in behind the counter. The diner seemed very quiet.

Specials
Corn on the Cob
Grilled Bratwurst
Cherry Pie

laidanegg.livejournal.com

If there was one thing Dick had really been letting slip since coming to Fandom, it was his exercises. He was going to start to fix that. After all, he never knew if or when Bruce would call him back for any reason. It was in his own best interests to keep himself in top shape.

That meant laps around the park tonight. The goal was to keep on running until he felt sick from it. Under the Batman training, that was merely step one.

[OOC: Open for anyone else who might happen to be in the park this fine evening.]

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Impromptu Labor Day Beach Cookout, The Beach, Monday afternoon

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, 8/20

Devil's Nest [Monday evening]

By the Campgrounds, Saturday

All Over The Island, Saturday Morning

The Devil’s Nest, Saturday 7/30

First National Bank of Fandom Town, Sunday afternoon

The Devil's Nest, Saturday Evening, 5/28

The Park, Sunday afternoon

The Smash Club (which will someday be the Devil's Nest): Saturday, 5/21

Pixie Dust, Saturday

Luke's Diner, Friday, 12/5

Parents Weekend Welcome Picnic, Town Park Part 1 [Friday Afternoon]

The graveyard, Wednesday night

Atlas Gym, Wednesday Evening

The Lighthouse, Sunday afternoon

Diamond in the Rough, Sunday afternoon

The Park, Saturday evening

Church [Saturday, All Day]

Atlas Gym, Wednesday Evening

Everything But The Monkey, Tuesday evening

Luke's Diner, Friday, 9/26

Caritas [Thursday evening]

Town Hall, Thursday Afternoon

The boardwalk, Friday evening

Caritas, Saturday- Three Minute Dates

The Perk, Monday evening

Caritas, Wednesday Night

The Beach, Late Tuesday Afternoon

Luke's Diner, Friday, July 25

The Park, Monday morning

On the ice, Friday evening

Luke's, Friday, July 4

The Park, Saturday evening

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