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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]

drumsticksandd20s

Yesterday's rainbow was still intact in the sky today, and the weather was pleasant and sunny -- maybe it was like Yang had said, and Pride got the island's stamp of approval. In any case, it was good parade weather. Sunscreen was still a good idea, though.

The parade route this year might be a bit different than it had been previously, starting up at the lighthouse to come down Jones Parkway, then east along Serendipity Place to Loon Drive, then down Unicorn Way to Apocalypse Avenue before turning back up Chimera Court to Mallard Street. It shouldn't be hard to follow the route, either: rainbow bunting was strung up between light poles, and Steph might have gotten a few of the businesses along the way to put flags up, too.

The route would take everyone to the park -- cleaned up after yesterday's festivities, amazingly, but there were still drinks and pastries waiting for everyone in the picnic area afterward. Hey, doing a parade on all those stairs deserved some kind of treat and definitely some rehydration.

[OOC: Come get your Pride parade on, Fandom!]

atreideslioness

The thing about being able to transmute the pollen in her system to something harmless, was that Ghanima had to be awake to do it, and consciously focused on it. Which usually meant that she was rather vexed when she woke up, until she could work through the backlog in her bloodstream.

And given that she'd just had a midday nap, well, it meant she had extra energy to burn off.

The sunlight was dancing on the ocean when Ghanima ventured out on to the sand, weapons bag flung over her shoulder. Beautiful. She was still a desert creature, but she could at least appreciate the waves. Setting the bag down, she carefully selected two bladed disks, weighing them carefully in her hands before hurling them into the air where they separated into eleven spinning weapons.

Ghanima slid into the opening stance of the bindu as she watched them spin around her. Unarmed first, perhaps, as a challenge. To give her something to focus on.

[OOC: OPEN! To see what, exactly, Ghani is fighting, you can look here.]

Current Mood: accomplished

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!

fh_spareparts

The shadows didn't want to budge. They liked it here, and they liked their toys, and maybe they would like to reach out, sometime, and bring in more...

Because the island would let them do that, wouldn't it?

It would be oh-so-cosy.

[[ FINALE POST! ocd up. ]]

fjordicswagger

( Our Heroes gathered in front of the cave, from which gentle chanting drifted... )

[[ THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED! eta: ocd up for aftermath purposes ]]

atreideslioness

Ghanima had a new shipment of various carved figures of gods and goddesses from across pantheons coming in, extremely old statuary, some of it from before recorded time, so she was there to supervise the delivery.

Instead she had lamps: small lamps, tall lamps, frog lamps, bat lamps... just... lamps.

With a shrug, she began cataloging the items, checking them off the shipping manifest. If the island had decided she needed lamps instead of statues, well, there might be a reason for it.

[OOC: OCD freeeeeeeee!]

atreideslioness

Ghanima had not been open recently, between her trips to Dune and acquiring new stock while the store was being cleaned and painted -- everything from the previous owner was being discarded and burned, just in case -- but today her personal staff was carrying in the recently acquired merchandise under her direction. Paintings, rugs, pottery... from all across time, space, and the multiverse. Why settle for antiques from one timeline, when you had Portalocity at your disposal?

Needful Things was open, and the Atreides was in.

[OOC freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee]

atreideslioness

Ghanima had thought long and hard about her options for this semester before declining to teach and taking a few weeks break on Dune. But now she was back in Fandom, and ready to dig in to her latest project.

Too often Fandom let its traumas leave permanent scars. Visual reminders of the harm done to the residents of the island. And, to be perfectly honest, Ghanima was quite done with that nonsense.

The door to Needful Things was flung open, and Ghanima was directing some of the staff that had elected to come with her from Dune in moving things around, repairing the door and windows and cleaning out the grime and dust. Leland Gaunt would not have a legacy on this island. And besides, Ghanima knew far more about antiquities than a demon with delusions of grandeur.

For the first time in years, Needful Things was open, although beware the Fremen woman on a mission.

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Jessica walked into the bar right before 8:00 and strode up to Tino. "It's not happening, okay? I'm not signing up. I'm here for a drink. That's it. Maybe some spectating."

Tino handed her some notecards and pointed to the stage where the band was starting to play. "What is this?" A spotlight swung out to the bar to focus on Jessica. "Wait. No."

Tino nodded.

"Fuck you, Tino," Jessica sighed. But whatever, she was just hosting all of a sudden. It could be worse. She walked up to the stage and started flipping through the note cards. "Not reading this. Not reading this? Who was this even written for? Anyway, it's Three Minute Dates. Find each other, talk to each other, you'll hear some kind of noise, and apparently the names will be shown up here on stage. Great! So I don't even have to stay up here and read every... Dammit, my name's up there, isn't it?"

From the bar, Tino shrugged.

After this was over, Jessica was going to web Tino's pants in such a way that he wouldn't be able to get them off for hours. That would show him.

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

Epic OCD ~~is beginning.~~ HAS ENDED! GO FORTH AND LAY YOUR SEED. Um. Wll, not right away. Maybe later. Talk first.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

allhopeliesinme.livejournal.com

It would be difficult to explain the past hour outside of Caritas. Suffice it to say, there were regrets, laser blasts, and several gremlins who owed Doctor Doom their lives since he spared them. Nevertheless, he had something to deal with now.

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

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

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

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

Epic OCD is ~~beginning. For the love of god, please wait until I'm done.~~ UP. Play on, my friends Big thanks to

throughaphase for the assist!

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

With less pomp and circumstance than usual, it was time to start the dates right at 8:00. Fandom alum Bruce Wayne strode out onto the stage with some notecards in one hand and a rather festive-looking drink in the other.

"Good evening. Welcome to Caritas, and welcome to Three Minute Dates. If you're in the student group and have been in Fandom at least a year now, there's a fair chance that you already know that I'm Bruce Wayne, because I probably met you on a date at one of these events," Bruce said, giving a small smile and a shrug. "But on the chance that you didn't meet me that way, hi, it's nice to meet you now. I graduated from Fandom High in 2012. Before then, I apparently did so many of these things that when they needed a host, somebody remembered me and figured I was qualified."

"So, clearly, 3 Minute Dates didn't work for me in the long-term. But I had enough fun meeting people and making connections that I came back time after time. I hope all of you have at least that same kind of experience." Bruce took a sip of his drink before placing it on the stool next to him.

"But enough of that. Let's get things started. First things first, let me introduce your Fandom High Gremlins cheerleaders, who have been good enough to cheer everyone on. And, according to my notes, it looks like several of them will even be participating in the dates. Second, the rules are simple. I'll read off the names of the pairings in each round. You'll meet up, talk for three minutes, and then the zombie drummer will hit the gong and we'll move to the next round. After doing this five times, the dates are over and the next round will be at the bar and will be drinks. I'm paying."

"Good luck, everyone!"

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

Epic OCD is ~~beginning.For the love of god, please wait until I'm done.~~ all set! Go, play! Big thanks to

solo_sword for the assist!

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon.]

lioness-courant.livejournal.com

"A reverence!" Lady Ghanima called at the front of the class, while her students scurried to formation. Since it was summer, many ~~npc~~ children of ~~npc~~ townies took dance classes at the theater to pass the time, although most of the were schooled off-island the rest of the year. "Third position please, heads up, shoulders back, your wrists are not scarecrows. Connect your wrist and your fingertips to the rest of your bodies please. And --"

Not long after, Ghani was sitting on the steps of the building, sipping an iced spice tea and watching her charges dart through the streets back to their homes. She had a good amount of time, now, before the evening class arrived, and she always found the sunlight soothing.

[OOC: Open like an open thing!]

whenshewasnice

Notices had gone out to all and sundry, inviting both those who still lived on the island as well as those who'd moved away to come back for a dance at the Fandom Town community center, in celebration of the 43rd (give or take a day) anniversary of the original moon landing, as well as the wonderful summer they were having.

Once people arrived, they'd find the community center's auditorium decorated according to the theme of the evening. Silver streamers hung all around, and a few papier mache moons had been fixed to the ceiling. The lights were dimmed, and there were flowers – most white, but some of them colored silver – on all the tables, bringing the faint scent of summer with them.

And naturally, there were big tables full of food, like at any large Fandom gathering. There was also a bar, though those underage would have to content themselves with sodas and virgin drinks. Maybe they could get over their sorrow over that on the dance floor, showing off their best Moonwalk.

Everything was ready for the people of Fandom to have a good time.

[ocd: Arrive | Food, Drinks & Mingling | Shadowy Corners | Ladies Room | Mens Room | Dancing | OOC | This event is open to everyone! Have fun!]

nocapesomg.livejournal.com

"NO CAPES!" Edna Mode reiterated, shoving an extremely sulky Anakin Skywalker (and his new uniform) back into the hallway.

"But--"

"No butt, either, darling," Edna said, dusting her hands off, "which I imagine is why you tend to cover yours with that cape to begin with."

She cut off his squawk of protest with a wave. "Live in the now! And now is full of plaid and polyblend."

She turned to the next ~~victim~~ victim. "Next! Come now, don't keep everyone waiting!"

[OOC: Anakin modded with permission! Come on down and get fitted with your uniforms or have a "dress like a normal person for once" intervention for your townie! There'll be some SP in the afternoon but I promise to get to everyone!]

Current Mood: creative

bigdamnprincipal

Zoe had spent most of yesterday pacing in her living room, rereading the letter from the school board, and leaving angry phone messages in clipped five-minute sections. The limitations on voicemail were just ridiculous when one had a lot on their mind.

When the day had gone by and Zoe hadn't heard from Bo, she decided to prepare for the worst - namely, that this visit was going to happen whether she wanted it to or not. She might have been powerless to stop Fandom from bureaucratic invasion, but at least she could try to warn everyone for what they might have to do. Since it wasn't just the school that was going to have to pass muster, Zoe sent out ~~handwavey~~ emails, as well as a message with the squirrels, to call everyone for "an important town meeting." Thankfully, the squirrels seemed to have gotten her message to the radio station, and between the broadcast and the emails, she was hoping that students and townsfolk alike would make it to the town hall. She'd tried to find the balance between urgency and not worrying people in her message, and she aimed to maintain that tone once everyone got settled down.

"Good morning, and thank you all for coming to this meeting," she said. "I know you all have a weekend to be enjoying, so I'll attempt to keep this brief. We have a bit of a...situation happening tomorrow at the school, and unfortunately, it's going to involve the town as well. The school board is coming with some important visitors and, well, I'll just let this speak for itself." Zoe straightened up a bit as she pulled out the letter from Stephen Colbert and read it to everyone. She was tempted to leave off the last two bullets, because really, the rest of the list was ridiculous enough without making the Canadians and aliens rise up in nationalistic anger too, but it seemed important to get the full scope of insanity of the message across.

"I want you all to know that if the tone of this letter makes you angry, you're not alone. We've been trying to...reason with the school board--" which was one way to put 'threatening multiple forms of violence' "--so it's entirely possible that they won't come at all. But if they do, we wanted you all to be prepared for what tomorrow might be like. We just have to pretend for a day, and then things can go back to normal - the real normal that we have here."

Hopefully, the school would still be funded when that happened.

bigdamnprincipal

For as long as Zoe could remember, she'd always had to be the solid one in any given group. When Wash had died, she'd known instantly that she couldn't let her emotions show in front of anyone but the ghost in her quarters. It was Mal's job to fly off the handle, to swear and shoot people, and it was her job to be a rock, and to bring him back to stability.

In Fandom, the situation was very much the same every time something terrible happened. Zoe knew that no matter how bad things got, she had to be strong, because falling apart in front of the students, or even the teachers, just wasn't an option.

Which, she supposed, made Anakin her Mal here, if only because imagining Deadpool in tight pants made Zoe's brain do things it oughtn't.

Cameron was gone. Her family was gone. Only Grace was left, and that was because Zoe wasn't letting her more than an arms length away. Her ~~handwavey~~ radio call for an emergency town hall meeting wasn't just about gathering information and rallying everyone together, although it was certainly damn time for that. Hopefully, it would provide a good head count for who was still left on the island. However many people came, it wouldn't be enough to make Zoe feel better, but maybe it would be a start.

[OCD is up! Have at it!]

sith_happened

Anakin came back from Connecticut with a new sense of purpose (and a deep hatred of the idiots who drove on I-95), several 2x4s, a hammer, and some paper.

A few minutes of banging later and Anakin had a giant bulletin board...thing.

In big bold letters he labeled one giant sheet of paper "CONFIRMED DISAPPEARANCES" and the other "RETURNING FANDOMITES."

He took a deep breath before scrawling information under the disappearances, then tacking up two dated photographs of the people in question on the blank area on the board he'd left for that purpose. For some reason it seemed vital that someone other than him remember what they looked like too.

He placed a piece of glass down over the sheets of paper (no use going to this much trouble if things would just get blown away or wet) and headed back to the trooper station to catch up on what he'd missed the last few days.

[OOC: And now we have an IC place to link to the information dropped characters and alumni are leaving in voicemails! Please hold for OCD.]

Current Mood: busy

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

There were more glittery moose decorations than you could shake a stick at (not that the Student Council recommended shaking a stick at a moose) and the slight breeze from the crisp fall day was making some of the decorative maple leaves rustle around the many booths that had been placed in the park.

After you've had your fill of games and food, who wouldn't want to throw a ball or a pie at Jamie Madrox? And other people, of course, but mostly Jamie!

[Post I | Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC]

Current Mood: excited

sith_happened

The series of portals Anakin had managed to set up on short notice weren't the most direct way to get to District Thirteen, but they were the fastest. Anakin had checked four times to confirm when he realized they had a stopover in the Triassic era...

Now, as the sun peeked up over one of the allegedly happiest places on Earth (Anakin had other opinions on that), he waited for the rest of his fellow travelers to arrive while he left Tahiri a voicemail asking her to cover classes for him.

[OOC: For those heading to Katniss plot!]

atreideslioness

"Today we are going to talk briefly about plumassiers," Ghanima said as everyone arrived.

( A hat is a flag, a shield, a bit of armor, and the badge of femininity. A hat is the difference between wearing clothes and wearing a costume; it's the difference between being dressed and being dressed up; it's the difference between looking adequate and looking your best. A hat is to be stylish in, to glow under, to flirt beneath, to make all others seem jealous over, and to make all men feel masculine about. A piece of magic is a hat. (Martha Sliter) )

"Birds also feature heavily in mythology, and different feathers can mean different things," she concluded. "So today, let's look at styles of hats that involve feathers, and if you think they would suit you. I also have craft-materials to make the feathered headbands which are very popular currently."

Current Mood: calm

atreideslioness

"Welcome to 'The Wearing of Hats!'" Ghanima said cheerfully once everyone had arrived. "I am Lady Ghanima Atreides, and I am a resident," or Empress, whatever, "of the Imperium, otherwise called the Known Universe, in a time long-distant from now."

"In both the culture of the Imperium, and that of my homeworld, Dune, hats are extremely important. If you go out under the sun of Dune bareheaded, you are asking to die from exposure and water-loss. If you appear in public at any sort of Imperial or social function, well, you are also asking for a death, but this one is political and social," she stated, smiling impishly.

( Cock your hat - angles are attitudes. ~ Frank Sinatra )

"Today, I'd like you to flip through a few different books of hats, to get a feel for what you think you would want to create," Ghanima said. "And I would also like to hear why you decided to take this class."

[OOC: OCD up!]

atreideslioness

After getting a phone call yesterday, Ghanima had called Dinah back and ~~handwavily~~ set up a meeting for today at the Perk.

And so, here she was, sipping the coffee and awaiting her former student, with some small itch of prescience telling her that this was important.

[Here for one, but open Perk is open.]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

After his conversation with Karla the previous week, and the train wreck of a weekend he'd just experienced, Wesley, true to his word, trekked out to the preserve on Monday evening to set up what would be a memorial for Katniss. The preserve had obviously been a place of some significance ot her, given her avocation for hunting, and it just seemed natural to have it there rather than in a park or in the church. So that evening found him setting up candles people could light and sprigs of katniss and other flowers for people to lay down if they wanted to, and clearing a spot for people to congregate. There were blankets on the floor, since the nonstop rain lately had made the ground fairly wet, and seemingly limitless boxes of tissues.

There. That... that was a memorial. With all the candles lit, it would be a proper memorial, but until then, he lit one of his own.

[[up early for SP tomorrow! open to those who know about the Games, and NFB due to the whole memorial thing. OCD ~~coming~~ up!]]

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Tenth Anniversary Edition of
Three Minute Dates at Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

Just before 6:00, the lights went dark and a sole zombie walked out onto the stage and sat down at a piano. The zombie then started playing The Final Countdown, followed by the other zombies, all with violins to join in. And then GOB walked out onto the stage, holding and petting a lovebird. He then released the bird, which flew up toward the ceiling before somehow getting stuck in an air duct.

As GOB went into his spiel about how 3MD was a Fandom institution that he started and how he had brought so much love to Fandom with it and that the tenth annual (he still hadn't figured that part out) edition demanded the respect that a piano and not doing magic ("Unless any of the legal ladies out there want to see me make another lovebird appear," and yes, he was talking about his penis).

Meanwhile, the lovebird was still stuck in the air duct. As air rushed past the bird and into the lounge, some strange pheromones released by the bird were thrown back at the stage, where it reacted with the already strange combination of zombie smell and cologne used to hide the zombie smell on such a classy occasion, somehow generating a powerful love potion that would be making its way into the lounge, affecting people at random for three minutes at a time. Bizarrely, that was exactly how long each of the dates tonight would be.

Sometimes Fandom worked in mysterious ways. Mysteriously sexy ways.

"I call your names, you meet up with each other, talk for three minutes, and then you'll hear the sound of a zombie smashing his hands against a bunch of piano keys. Go ahead and do it," GOB said. The zombie started smashing the keys randomly. One of the other zombies joined in because a band was all about teamwork. "And that's how we start!"

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Lots of OCD ~~coming~~ IS UP. RANDOMLY ASSIGNED LOVE POTION IS MARKED IN THREAD TITLES WITH ONE OF THESE "*" AFTER THE AFFECTED PERSON'S NAME! For example: "Nick* / 3MD Participants" means that I will spend the next three minutes loving everyone who signed up. But not in a dirty way because that would be exhausting and I have a sister among the participants and eww.

Remember that you can also choose to be affected by love potion in any round(s) at your discretion. Also, the love potion can only affect people in the lounge during the dates. People at the bar and on the stage will not be affected. People who are affected will just be incredibly drawn to their date, flirt harder, maybe go for some physical contact more quickly, but they shouldn't necessarily go straight for making out. Unless you choose to have them go for it. The upper limit is player's choice.

As I'm going along, if I made an obvious mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. And 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.

GO FORTH AND PLAY!]

tightpants-king.livejournal.com

At long last, the Goblin King was going to address this town and it's ridiculous occupants. He'd been keeping an eye on things from his castle but now, with the time of action so close at hand, he couldn't stop himself from leaving the castle to address those that were working fruitlessly to get their friends back. Now, it was time to appear to them, let them see who was beating them so easily and let their emotions overwhelm and destroy them.

"Welcome!" Jareth boomed, letting his voice carry over the ins and outs of the island that were covered by his gorgeous labyrinth. He waited, let those assemble that might and let those hear that wouldn't.

"You might be wondering who I am," he said, twirling his pimp cane lazily while wearing his tightest pair of pants and frilliest frilly shirt. There was a vicious grin on his face. Something amusing to him but dangerous to those that might try and stop him. "I am...the Goblin King."

He waited for the recognition that he expected. The goblins inside the labyrinth cheered as they were wont to do for their leader.

"And this creation you've seen on your island is mine," he said happily. "For a week now, you've worked yourselves day and night to retrieve your captured friends and you've given me endless entertainment while doing so. Thank you for that. Your friends are...safe."

There might have been something off about how he said that. Maybe.

"And they will be coming with me," he said firmly, planting the cane in the ground and leaning on it. "However, since I am a generous man, I am here to offer you...a way. A way to get your friends back, that is. You have twenty four hours to solve my labyrinth. One day. If time runs out, your friends will become mine. Forever."

He grinned, letting the glee he felt in those words show on his face. A clock, suspended in midair over Jareth's shoulders, began ticking down. He didn't expect anyone to solve his creation. No one, no one, could best the Goblin King.

"Good luck."

Unfortunately, Jareth didn't mean that at all.

Current Mood: amused

spring-lost.livejournal.com

"I think you all know why I've called you here today."

Cable stood at the front of the large room, on a platform that made him look even bigger than he already was. Wearing a dark blue spandex suit and the mother of all huge-ass guns on his back, he made for quite a figure.

"Our citizens have been attacked, or even kidnapped. Communications have been cut off. Most of the island is now covered in a labyrinth. I caution you all not to enter it. Likewise for the bog that seems to be surrounding the school at the present time. We are now all operating under a state of emergency; anyone who isn't armed should feel free to take arms from Wellspring, or from my private reserve here."

Yes, he kept guns in the Mayor's office. Was anyone really surprised?

"But rest assured that this emergency will not go on forever. I am already putting security precautions in place, but to do this effectively, I need your help." He glanced around the room. "These goblins are kidnapping lone stragglers out on the town. Do not go outside without an escort. Preferably several. And I would like anyone who wants to lend a hand to let us know now, or at least form a team to patrol the area on their own. No one benefits from lone rangers." Well, unless they were him. But anyway... "I'd especially like to ask you all to be vigilant around the dorms. So far, the invaders have only taken students, and I think we can all agree that their safety is a top priority. A team will need to set up a defense perimeter there."

He gave the gathered one last group. "And if anyone has any recon whatsoever on what these things are and how we can stop them, I suggest you make sure we all know about it," he said. "I know many of you will be hitting the books soon. Keep us informed."

And now that that had sunk in... "Now, ladies and gentlemen, we have dealt with worse in the past. Plenty of invaders have tried. There isn't a trace of doubt in my mind that we can beat back this latest batch and still be back home safe in time for Christmas."

He nodded, and took a step back, making room for any of his colleagues to take the stand, if they wished.

[[ open! ]]

atreideslioness

After a week of whatever was in the air, Ghanima was in desperate need of a proper cup of tea. While Ghanima's Bene Gesserit training allowed her to filter the chemical effects of the pollen from her system, it required her to be awake and Ghanima was not giving up sleep just because of hormones. That would be ridiculous, and she was perfectly capable of being an adult.

Theoretically, at least.

[Up early for SP goodness! Open Perk is Open!]

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!]

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.]

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.]

Current Mood: dates!

atreideslioness

Tyler seemed a little worn-out as the group gathered today. "Welcome to the end of the school year," he said flatly. "Next weekend, finals are done and we're pulling up stakes until things settle in a little for the summer. Let's make our fights today worth it. Deadpool, Anakin -- show the kids how it's done."

Ghanima nodded crisply in agreement before rattling off the other matches quickly and efficiently. "Get to it," she added. "I'm curious to see the results of today's fights."

atreideslioness

Tyler and Ghanima were both there early today, waiting for everyone to arrive.

"Good evening," she started, looking around the space. "Welcome back, and we're back to our randomly assigned pairs."

"Miss Dinah Lance and Miss Claire Bennet. Mr. Jono Starsmore and Miss Lulu. Jedi Tahiri and Miss Fa Mulan. If you do not already know each other, please introduce yourselves. You are partners for your fights this evening."

Tyler just rolled his eyes at Ghani's formality. "Jen, grab Blysse. Katarn and Hathaway, Mayor Summers and Blue Girl. Go to it."

[OCD is up!]

tyler_gone

It wasn't quite an ordinary night at fight club, since most of the mats were covered in tarps and three oversize kiddie pools were set out on the tarps. If you got close enough to look into the pools, you'd notice mud in one, jello in another, and a shallow slick of oil in the third.

Tyler had learned never to lose a bet with Ghanima, and the less said about that the better. She smirked from a corner in the back of the room and left the explanations to him.

"So we're doing special training today," he said dutifully. "Fighting in substances -- mud, jello, or oil. If that's not your cup of tea" -- and he, frankly, considered that only sanity -- "there are other mats on that side of the gym."

A pause as Tyler was interrupted by a chanty being sung in a very squeaky voice.

"Don't squish the pi-rats while you're at it."

[OOC: OCD is up. Ghanima modded with permission.]

atreideslioness

It was entirely possible that Ghanima looked smug as people arrived on Sunday evening, and it most likely was not helped by the woman beside her. "Good evening, everyone, and welcome back from the Bahamas," she started cheerfully. "Tyler's not well today, so instead Miss Alianne will be assisting me today, whom some of you may remember from her tenure as a teacher."

Aly raised an eyebrow at Ghanima then shook her head, clearly amused. "The rest of you can call me Aly," she said. "Only Lady Ghanima, the Princess Royal feels the need for such formality." She paused and looked back at Ghanima. "What is it you have me doing up here again? Shaking things up, I think was mentioned..."

"And here I thought I invited you for your charming personality," she replied dryly. "And if we're going to start with the titles, I do know a few more of yours..."

"Instead, however, we are going to shake it up a bit. No snowball fights this time, I promise. Aly, would you like to pick the first three sets?"

"It was my charming personality," Aly decided smugly as she looked over the fighters. Some she recognised, some she didn't, all piqued her overactive curiosity. "You two, let's try. You and you, annnnd -" she grinned at the tall guy with the ponytail. "You and that one other there."

Ghanima had given Aly a briefing on the club members before everyone had arrived, so that she'd know what sort of material they had to work with. "You, with her, and you and you," she said, naming off the last two pairs. "As you've probably noticed, you haven't been partnered with these people before; you're all working across the different ability levels."

"Which doesn't mean beatdown time," Aly said. "And I'm pretty damn sure I didn't have to say that but too bad. My old mother-" somewhere Alanna was having a heart attack at that description "-used to say that if you run into a fighter you can't learn something from, you probably should give up right then and go sit in the old folks' home because you've obviously become completely inflexible and stupid. So - go on, learn something and see what happens."

"Children, don't cheat and try to kneecap your opponent, it's rude. Advanced... try not to just box their ears. You aren't old enough yet for that to be funny," Ghanima continued, smiling. "For those of you picking your own fights, try going with someone from the other group, and see what you can learn."

[OCD UP!]

Current Mood: amused

atreideslioness

"I hope that you all aren't hungover or overtired from the dating event last night," Ghanima began cheerfully once everyone had assembled. "Because we're going to work you today."

Tyler glanced at her lazily. Was three-minute dates that big a deal with this crowd? The things he missed being all monogamous. He scratched his chin before speaking. "Right," he said. "And ... you with you, you with you, you with you ... Ghanima, other three?"

"You, with her. You two. And you and you," she continued, pointing people out. "Now go to it."

A lazy smile spread across Tyler's face, and he made a shoo'ing gesture before going off to find his own match.

[OOC: Internets, never leave me again! *clings* OCD ~~coming~~ up!]

Current Mood: accomplished

tyler_gone

Tyler seemed cheerful as Fight Club gathered tonight, which might have been enough to make people worry if it hadn't been for the fact he was always happy when they got together after a few weeks off.

"Welcome back," he said. "No snow, no gremlins, just punching. Ghanima, got anything to say before we start picking matches?"

"You remember the rules," she said simply. "You with her. You two, and you with him."

"And him with her, him with her, and her with her," Tyler finished. "Questions? We'll be around."

atreideslioness

When (if) people arrived today, they would find a large pile of dead gremlins bearing all the marks of Ghanima's knife and a note in Tyler's distinctive handwriting, pinned to the doors of the gym:

IN CASE YOU HADN'T NOTICED, THE ISLAND IS BEING ATTACKED BY FUCKING GREMLINS. GO HIT THEM INSTEAD.

Really, people, priorities.

[OOC: The gym is open, but there is no FFC today, for obvious reasons. To get out of the RNG for next week, just post to last week's OOC.]

Current Mood: determined

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.

atreideslioness

No announcement had been made concerning the cancellation of Fight Club, so as members fought their way to Atlas Gym, snow continued to come down around them. Huge drifts of it, starting to reach astronomical heights.

Once people got the gym, however, they'd find their fearless leaders outside, one large pile of snowballs already sculpted and stacked in the middle of the road. "Time to put theory into practice," Ghanima called out, not looking the least bit cold or uncomfortable. Someone was cheating and already manipulating her body in the Bene Gesserit fashion; not feeling the weather was fantastic. "No quarter, and no mercy."

Tyler, meanwhile, was cold, borderline miserable, and warmed only a bit by his thoughts of dropping snow down Ghanima's collar. Yeah, he fought dirty. "Which means a snowball fight," he explained, and gestured to divide the crowd. "You guys here are red team, you guys there are blue team. Group with the most people standing in an hour wins."

He glanced over to Ghanima, and, reluctantly, added, "Rocks with a little bit of snow on them are not appropriate artillery."

"And if someone does yield, go find another target," she continued. "There's no honor in putting a defeated foe into a snowbank."

Off hours, Tyler might have argued that it could be funny. In front of the club ... "Right," he said. "Let's get to it."

[OCD up! Fire away!]

Current Mood: cold

atreideslioness

Of course, with the universe's grand sense of timing, one student had just graduated from working with the balls when another was just getting ready to start. Her grandmother would be appalled at Ghanima's ineffiencet training cycles, but it was likely lucky for everyone that Ghanima was not Jessica.

"Ready?" she asked, bouncing a ball as she looked at the younger girl. "Remember, just move and be, let your mind affect your reality. We can use them for powers practice later."

[For the blonde canary, but public gym is open.]

atreideslioness

Ghanima and Tyler were there early tonight as they waited for people to trail in.

"It's winter break, so you all get brownie points for showing up," Ghanima said cheerfully, Tyler nodding along in agreement. "But we're going to be lazy and let you all pick your own partners today."

"So pair up and hit the mats, or go to work on the punching bags."

[OOC: Tyler lovingly modded w/ permissions. The RNG got lost in that snowpocalypse out east, but the OCD ~~is on its way~~ made it safely! Post is open!]

Current Mood: cold

atreideslioness

Ghanima had arrived early to check the area, and make sure there were no wandering students or slumbering squirrels. The last thing they needed was an irate rodent missing a tail.

It was far colder than she liked for working outdoors, but training like this was best done outside the gym and away from gawking ~~NPC~~ staff members, at least the first few times. And Ghanima could (and had) regulated her own body temperature so that she wouldn't feel the cold.

Once the area was secured, Ghanima pulled out five of the sparring discs, sending them up into the air with a flick of her wrists before drawing her knife.

Merlin would be allowed to work with two, but she could get some practice in first.

[OOC: For a wizardling and his prince, please. Up early for SP.]

Current Mood: calm

tyler_gone

There were no mass-delusions this week, or fake baby-daddies, or any of that nonsense, and so Fight Club was in session.

"Hello everyone," Ghanima said, flicking her Santa hat out of her eyes. "If you've forgotten the rules with all the time off you've had, they're on the door. Previous mental trauma will not be accepted as an excuse if you screw up today."

Tyler had pinned his Santa hat down under a stocking cap. It looked silly, but it kept the white pompom from flopping into his eyes. "It's been a while," he agreed. "Which is definitely not an excuse. We'll see some good matches today. I can feel it."

Ghanima gave him a sideways glance. "If you're the island's version of sparring Santa, I may decide to give up on my sanity entirely."

"I'm not fat enough," he told her. "But I can give you a match, little girl. Go with him, your brother should go with him, those two ... and you pick the last three."

The look she gave him promised dire retribution for the 'little girl' comment. "You two," she said instead, picking two out of the crowd. "You, and the person right there. And you and you."

"Looks good," Tyler said, apparently entirely satisfied even if there was retribution to come. "Let's go."

[OOC: Preplayed with

atreideslioness.]

atreideslioness

"You're back," Ghanima said. "Fantastic."

"My back is fantastic," Tyler deadpanned. "Thanks for noticing."

"I'll take away your sugar," she threatened. "People are here to hit things, not flatter your ego."

"Never would have known," Tyler grumbled. "All right. Hitting things. Those two, those two, bandage boy and anger management, and ... you pick the last few."

"Professor Sun, if you'll indulge me," Ghanima replied with a nod before rattling off the last few names. "Let's go."

| Arrive & Mingle | Training & Beginners | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Talk to the Organizers | OOC |

[ocd up!]

atreideslioness

"It's Fight Club," Tyler said. "You know what that means. You, you, you, you, you two, and, Ghani, finish up."

"You with her, you two, and you with that gentleman over there," she said. "Now fight."

[OOC: We can has no brainz for ze banter. But the OCD is up, so go hit someone.]

Current Mood: blank

atreideslioness

"We have cake," Tyler announced, frosting around his mouth until he wiped it away with his fist. "Punch each other, then have birthday cake. Doesn't work so well if you do it the other way around."

"Indeed." Ghanima was clearly very much amused by this notion. "And do be sure to sing to Mr. Durden," she continued, cheerfully oblivious to any glares she might be getting. "I understand it is traditional for birthdays in this era."

"Now, you with her. Gentlemen, you're together. Tyler, happy birthday, you're fighting him. Ladies, if you please. You two, and you and you," she said, neatly pointing out people. "Get to it."

[OCD UP]

Current Mood: giddy

tyler_gone

"Most of you know what this is," Tyler said, with the odd glance to Ghanima as she arranged safety equipment at the back of the gym. "For the rest of you -- we hit each other. Two to a fight, no powers unless everyone agrees, go until someone says stop."

"Any questions, we're here. Otherwise, go for it."

[OOC: No RNG this week.]

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Town Hall was all decked out in harvest theme with this being so close to Halloween and all. Pumpkins and squash and random corn! The corn, people! Think of the corn! But please, for the love of all that is holy, don't allow your children near it. Especially not the creepy gingers.

There was plenty of food and punch--not yet spiked--set to the side of the spacious room. Which left plenty of space for the general mulling about that kids were so fond of these days. Or dancing. And even the occasional dark bits in which to lurk. Have a fun homecoming, kiiiiids and remember to vote!

[[ Quick Links for when they're needed: Arrive and Mingle | Pictures | Foodnomnom | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corner | Chaperones | OOC ]]

tyler_gone

After getting back from Sweden, Tyler had slept until just before Fight Club. The results had him feeling a bit like a vampire who never saw daylight. But a very well-rested vampire.

"Welcome back," he said, pacing as usual. "It's been a while, but we haven't forgotten you and I hope you haven't forgotten us. If you need a refresher, rules are on the gym door."

"And if you need a refresher after one week, you are most likely still hungover, and have no place on the mats," Ghanima replied. "Which is why we'll hit you anyway, so that you learn."

"Now then. You and you. Young lady, you're with her. And Azula, with me, please."

"Ghanima, I'm picking on your brother again," Tyler said. "Leto, with her. Steve, with him. And those two. Go hit each other."

"I can't say I disapprove," Ghanima laughed. "I think it's a sister's duty to help torment her brother."

"Now, everyone go hit the mats. Get out your dismay that classes are back again tomorrow, and yes, we expect you to be there. We don't care that it's Homecoming week."

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ OCD ~~please~~ up, go fight!]

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