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onepunchguy.livejournal.com

It was a new night for Guy to work, but it was the same as always beyond that. It involved informing Tino for the tenth time that no, Guy was not going to tape of the zombie band. He was in no way paid enough to do that crap.

That was all on Tino.

So, Caritas was open. And only slightly falling apart. If you looked at the stage.

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Guy was most definitely an adult once again. One who wasn't looking forward to dealing with the amazingly mature fight he got into with Sarah.

So, he was at the bar. Trying to carefully herd very tiny, very annoying sheep out of his way. Ah, one of the many upsides to being a Green Lantern meant being able to shove them out of the way using just your imagination.

Of course Tino was left to his own devices.

Sorry, Tino.

so_hawkward

Officer Clint Barton stared out across his desk, slowly stirring a cup of coffee as music swelled softly behind him. It was difficult being a man of the law in this town, but it was the only way he could think of to have a chance of finding his long-lost twin brother, and keeping himself busy kept away the memories of the terrible boating accident, the one that had stolen his family away...

No, he couldn't think about that right now. There was too much to do, too much corruption in this town for him to sit and wallow in his own thoughts. So, he sat back and flipped through his ~~terribly cheap prop~~ paperwork, looking for the next person to send to justice.

[Open!]

cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com

A year ago, Zayne was on top of the world. An associate of the Skywalkers. Slowly buying up all of the independent land on the island for himself. But then he lost everything.

Everything... including his dignity.

The only things he managed to keep were his body and any clothes that were tight enough to let people know that yeah, he was willing to lease his body out for a reasonable price. He made his way over to the warehouse district, found a nice street corner, and tried to look classy, but not TOO classy and definitely for sale.

Business world, Zayne Carrick would be back inside of you just as soon as he had the money, just like... Actually, let's just leave it at that.

[OOC: Yes, I declare the warehouse district to be where SOW hookers go. TRY TO RESIST THE WHOREHOUSE DISTRICT PUN. YOU CANNOT.

Open to customers, fellow hookers, and maybe even police.]

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

It was a warm, sunny, beautiful day here in Fandom, and look at how much it wasn't raining anything weird. You're welcome, parents, friends, assorted guests and fair citizens of Fandom who didn't want to explain that sort of thing right off the bat.

There was food to be enjoyed, picnic tables so people could sit, and decorations that were very heavy on the blue and gold. Also, probably more glitter than was reasonable for a picnic. There were Student Council traditions to uphold.

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2012!

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Guy had not kept any pets from before the weekend, but it appeared the zombie band had a dog. Or there was just a dog attempting to gnaw on the bassist's leg. Guy really wasn't certain if he wanted to know what the story behind that was.

Especially if it meant having to tape the bastard up to play.

Yeah, Guy was just going to to stick to the bar and pretend he saw nothing today, thanks.

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Yes, Tino was writing poetry at the bar. Bad poetry. There was rhyming and liberal use of the word 'tawny' to describe hair.

That was possibly why Guy was not at the bar tonight. Oh no, he was going to be doing some inventory in the back room. Safe from all the crazy that had come over the place.

Plus, he got to get rid of the shitty beer by claiming it was going skunky. It was the little things in life that you had to appreciate.

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Tino, it seemed, was still trying to woo the barista at the Perk. But now he'd moved onto rewriting song lyrics so that they applied to them.

"I really don't think Every Breath You Take is a good idea," Guy informed him. But Tino ignored that.

Because some people just don't realize how creepy that song is.

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

The Olympics were over which meant there would be no more slacking off in the back room. Until football season started in earnest, that is.

Look, Guy was big into his football, okay?

This would probably end with Tino wearing a soccer jersey just to piss him off on those days. Tino was a terrible person like that.

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Tino was stuck behind the bar tonight as the Olympics trumped being a good bartender in Guy's book. Which would be why he was in the backroom, drinking a beer as he watched.

What was it about these games that turned everyone into fans of shit like water polo?

Not on, Olympics. Not on.

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Okay, so Guy had not existed on island this past week. Which made going into work more than just a little strange.

Especially with Tino drinking by himself in the corner. Well, that one wasn't actually strange. But still.

Weirder than that shit with Superboy Prime.

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!]

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

When was the best time for someone from England and a redhead to go out to the beach? In the middle of a heatwave? No?

Well, guess what they were going to do anyway. That's right.

Guy dropped a pair of towels and a cooler on the sand, kicking off sandals. And then instantly regretting it as the sand was much, much hotter than he'd expected it to be. "See, much more fun than hanging out in the AC."

NO IT WASN'T, GUY.

[[For that chick, but the beach is open like... a beach]]

electrocynic

Sarah had left her delightfully air-conditioned apartment and braved the town because she'd run out of cool things to drink that weren't water. The Perk, at least, had iced coffee. And air conditioning. Besides, staying at home would potentially have meant dealing with the SPA bothering her about sending in the report on her last class so her bout of community service could be marked as over and done with.

You'd think she would have been jumping for joy over that, right? Well, you were wrong. And it was none of your bloody business in the first place, either.

There was a grumpy superhero at the Perk today. But at least she wasn't suffering from the weather conditions right now.

[ooc: Open place in toooown!]

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

After spending half an hour talking the zombies down from protesting the season finale of their favorite show--not that Guy could blame them. Closet nerds for life, yo--he was finally behind the bar.

He'd already pre-ordered the season on DVD, so he could survive way better than the zombie band, after all.

Drink Special
Ginger Sour

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Posters went up all over town, letting all and sundry know about the best damn shindig happening this weekend. Possibly the only one, but that wasn't the point. The point was free food.

It was important.

( Look at that sassy poster! )

Text: Like Weiner?
Get us Drunk!

The grownups of 29 Chimera Court are throwing a party this weekend,
And you're invited! You bring the drinks, we'll provide the food!

Adults Only
Sunday Afternoon, May 27

If you can't spend the long weekend in style, you might as well spend it with cheap beer in your hand, surrounded by idiots.

[[Establishy! Poster made by the fabulous

advanceapology]]

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

New students and teachers had arrived on the island, so what better time than tonight to be at the bar? Okay, so maybe not. People really ought to be getting ready to start school, but the possibility was there.

Guy was just glad that he didn't need to be doing any of that this summer. Being a bartender slash superhero was way easier than teaching that lot.

Drink Special
The Black Widow

electrocynic

Sarah had spent this fine Friday morning sulking at her phone and the lack of birthday well-wishing messages therein. Of course, just as she'd been about to get seriously angry and start leaving passive-aggressive messages in all her friends' voicemails, she'd suddenly realized that since it had apparently only been two months since she'd left England, it wasn't her birthday there yet.

She wasn't going to tell anyone about that failure of logic, no.

And it still bugged her. Not like 31 was a big fucking deal (it was depressing, if anything), and not like she gave a shit, anyway, but still. So, like a mature person, she took her brooding outside the apartment and ventured to the Perk, where she got a cup of the blackest coffee imaginable, and a muffin half the size of her head.

Didn't those always make the world seem slightly less shit?

[ooc: Post is wide open for all Sarah-bothering and/or Perk needs! Intermittent SP warning from me, but I can't resist a broody birthday post.]

electrocynic

Sarah supposed paying for dinner was preferable to the yelling she'd expected to have to withstand. And since (she thought) she would be leaving next week, it seemed like a nice ending to her stint in Fandom to go out for one last time.

So, she was waiting for Guy outside Ching Tai. She hadn't dressed up particularly fancy for the occasion (which would turn out lucky later), so it was just normal attire in the usual hues of black and grey and the kind of green that made her mocking of Guy's uniform seem a little hypocritical. And, okay, there was probably a little more cleavage on show than when she was teaching.

Things seemed livelier than general this evening, but normal enough on this particular street. For now.

[ooc: For that dude, and PAINTBALL MADNESS MWAHAHA.]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

It hadn't taken long for word to spread regarding the removal of the rabbits, gizkas, protopets... and most importantly, the School Board and the Howells.

The lack of needing to pretend they were a Perfectly Ordinary Boarding School meant that the uniforms ~~could~~ had to be disposed of.

In a bonfire, naturally.

[ooc: come one, come all, indulge in some pyromania-fueled catharsis! ocd up, c'mon in!]

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Guy had a kid who was allergic to shirts. And possibly going to hook up with Tino if given the chance. So, he was at work, drinking on the job.

Look, you would too in this instance.

Hopefully he'd be gone by tomorrow. ~~Ahahahahahaha, oh you~~.

Drink Special
Big Mac Daddy

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

It was the day after St. Patrick's Day, so hopefully everyone had already had their fill of drinking. Hey, a man could dream, you know.

So, Guy was at work, very glad he didn't have to deal with anything yesterday.

Drink Special
Bloody Mary

For those who needed something for the hangover.

throughaphase

Kitty was staying away from the bar tonight. Instead, she'd spent part of her day at the gym, since it's been a while she'd done any dancing at all and maybe that was a good way to relieve some stress.

It wasn't, no. Nice try, though.

She was planning on spending the evening at the Perk, because while she wanted to be around people, there was nothing sexy about iced coffee. So she got her drink, found a table, and tried so hard to ignore the people behind the counter were doing with the whipped cream.

[So, so open. ~~I'm going to eat my own hand off from boredom. Don't let me do that, I'm a vegetarian.~~ And now I have no hands. Well you all fail.]

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Three Minute Dates meant there was a nice bar full of people who had either struck out or gotten lucky on their dates. Though, this week, 'gotten lucky' was taken to a whole new level, no doubt.

Guy was behind the bar now that the dates were over, rolling his eyes at Tino's attempts to get out of work with a 'Sexual Fever'.

Drink Special
Between The Sheets

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

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

That's right. It was time for Three Minute Dates once again. Come one, come all, for your speed dating and getting drunk before speed dating!

At 8:00 promptly, the lights went dark. And then, The Final Countdown began... but there was no GOB. After a minute, he rushed the stage in a panic. "Wait, this is tonight? Isn't this [microphone feedback] usually on Saturdays? Wait, today's Sunday? I have no [microphone feedback]ing idea what day it is."

"Ahem. Thank you, everyone, for coming out here out tonight. This is Three Minute Dates. And I am, of course, a Matchmaker Named GOB." He waited for applause..... and then continued. "When I or somebody else, probably Tino, who knows? calls your name, find a table with the other person whose name was called and get to talking and see if you want to make babies within three minutes. Because after three minutes, you'll hear this sound."

A zombie keytarist hit a key that started to play a recorded sound of bed springs... springing... suggestively. Love was in the keytar, apparently.

"And that's when it'll be time to move on to your next date. Got it? Good. Now just remember, if you're a lady 18 or older who doesn't like your options, I'm a solid backup plan. You can find me at the bar after the dates, or just come on up whenever you want."

[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.~~ complete! Epic thanks to

mouthy_merc and

also_audrey for helping get the OCD together.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen, 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 Sunday, but if you need to finish things up on Monday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post ~~will go up on Sunday.~~ is up!

I may pass out now.]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

Most of the apricots had been removed by the time Thursday's rehearsal came around, but there was still a bowl piled high with the fruit alongside the usual pitchers of lemon water. … And a couple of boxes backstage if anyone wanted to take more.

Please take more.

"So, today we're going to work on Hoyt's introduction to start with," Troy explained, "which is the song Sweet Transvestite, and then work our way up through to Petey's big number, Sword of Damocles. This includes the part where Lad and Garnet are stripped down to their underwear -- but I think we'll hold off on that until we get a little further into rehearsals."

Yes. Stripped to their underwear. Troy really hoped that the cast knew what kind of show it was by now, but if they didn't...

"I reserve the right," Jono intoned, "to mock anybody who is surprised by that revelation by this point in rehearsals."

Because that was Jonothon's idea of useful input.

Troy laughed. "Yeah, what he said," he agreed. "So, before we get started, any questions?"

[Cast List | Script (with AP) | Script (one page, no AP) | ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up!]

furnaceface

When people arrived to the Boards for rehearsal today, they'd see that Jono had brought along... well, a measuring tape. You know. For reasons.

"Today, we're going to get started by working our way through the first scenes of the script," he said, nodding to the group assembled. "That would be the wedding scene, Garnet and Lad on their way to the castle, and the Time Warp."

Because, so help him, he just wanted to get a start on the Time Warp.

"Any lines that belong to supporting characters will be handed to members of the chorus, which gives some of you an opportunity to speak at the wedding. And, for anyone who doesn't know, it's a jump to the left, and a step to the right."

He was helpful like that.

"I've also brought the measuring tape along, so that people can start taking measurements. Costumes for our lingerie roles will be supplied by Dite's, and we'll need those measurements in because some of them are going to need to be ordered in specially for the show."

He was looking at you, Herc. Guy.

[Open!]

furnaceface

Ah, the first day of rehearsals at the Boards. It was just the sort of thing to make Jono show up looking... if not happy then at least slightly less grumpy than usual, with a stack of scripts in his arms complete with sheet music. It might have been the therapeutic smashing of creepy dolls with a crowbar that had him in such a good mood. Or maybe it was the sheet music that did it for him. Even Sweet Transvestite could be soothing if it was played well, damn it.

Really, if you wanted happy, you need look no further than Troy: the fluster and panic of a first rehearsal was generally guaranteed to have a smile fixed on his face. "This is going to be awesome," he said to Jono, as an aside. Turning to the gathered performers, he added, "Hey, everyone, thanks for making it out! I hope you're all excited for this -- I know we are!"

"Before we get started, I have the scripts here," Jonothon's excited face looked much the same as his 'Yes, I certainly do appear to be awake today' face. "There's enough for each of you to take one, and you can feel free to make as many notes in the margins or mark them up however you see fit. They're yours to keep. Today, we're going to just be acquainting ourselves with the script and the music of the show, since I know a good many of you showed up for auditions without even the faintest idea what in the world you were getting yourselves into."

Which had amused Jonothon to no end, really, but they were in a show with underwear and dry humping, and he was going to have to break it to them sooner or later, after all.

Underwear, dry humping, incest, cannibalism... Really, what didn't the show have? "At some point," Troy continued, "I was thinking we could watch the movie all together, but I want to get rehearsals underway first so that we're not locked into that as the 'right way' to do things. Theater's not about that. The movie's iconic, yeah, but with a live show like this, what you all bring to the roles is just as important as how someone may have played it once before."

"So, everybody grab a script," Jono said, "and take a seat. We'll do a read-through of the script, pausing for the musical numbers, which we'll just play on CD for this one rehearsal so that you get a feel for the vocals. If any of you have any concerns or questions about any of this, feel free to ask Troy or myself during the read-through, or to grab one of us after rehearsal. Shall we begin?"

[Open rehearsal! Script (with audience participation cues just 'cause) is here. Cast list is here. Yaaaaaaaay!]

throughaphase

Kitty was really, really regretting not coming in over the weekend.

Considering she was spending a lot of her shift saying things like, "Come on, tell me what you looked like! Are there pictures?", Tino was probably really wishing she hadn't come in tonight, either.

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Guy was still a woman as he arrived at work this evening. Because the island couldn't be nice and trim this crap down to one day, oh nooo. That would be too much.

Luckily Tino was in the same boat as him despite trying to go by Tina, his long lost sister.

"If you wanna get into a fight with Tiny over at the Devil's Nest..." Guy said, grinning as Tino went back to sulking about the change.

Drink Special
Wonder Woman

nookiepowered

Bo was waaaay too smart to fall for the "Tiny drank it, therefore it's safe" trap this time. Or she would have been, if Tiny were actually here and trying it out on her.

Instead of Tiny, there was a woman looming beside the doorway who was incredibly tall, incredibly butch, and ... kind of cute in a terrifying way. There was a hand-lettered Hi, My Name Is sticker affixed to her impressively mountainous chest.

It said Tina.

It fooled no one.

Bo owed Tiny one or five, though, so she was keeping her mouth shut, enjoying the extra three inches of height her new boots afforded her, and finally filling out that damned OKStupid profile on her phone. For the LOLs.

"The first things people usually notice about me..."

Yeah, she looked down.

Then she looked across the bar.

"Depends. Is 'Tina' in the room?"

[Open like an open bar. Except for the part where the booze isn't free.]

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

After finally convincing Tora that she didn't need to come see him for the most awkward visit since the last one on Oa, Guy was at work. And making Tino deal with the zombies tonight, thanks.

He'd just cover the bar.

And by 'cover the bar', he meant 'drink something violently green in color. Midori did that to a drink.

Green Lantern

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Guy with an umlaut didn't actually work at a bar. He didn't work at all. Because, when you're on the Real World, all you do it sit around and drink. Or fight. Or hook up.

So, that was why he was at the bar tonight, partying.

Sure, it was just with Tino, but that would change as soon as they found young, attractive people to through at the cast.

solo_sword

"I'm really here just trying to figure myself out, you know?" said Jaina's voiceover, playing over the sound of some Daughtry song as she arrived at the house with her bags. "I want to meet new people and find out who I really am. ~~And maybe get famous from it.~~"

She reached the door, with her name plastered in front of her in Comic Sans, and when she opened it and called, "Hello?" and got no answers, she thought that meant she was the first to arrive. Which meant she got to be the first and gasp, "Oh my god!" at the once-abandoned warehouse that had been tricked out to be a cool, trendy house for cool, trendy young people. And this meant she was going to get the first pick of rooms!

This is the story of seven ~~or however many~~ strangers, picked to live in a house and have their lives taped. Find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real. The Real World: Fandom.

[You should totally come and meet your new housemate.]

Current Mood: ecstatic

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

There was no sleepover tonight, but that didn't mean Guy wasn't cleaning up after it. Who the heck was drawing stick figures of a crying man in red sunglasses?

This town sometimes, this town.

Guy was just going to relax and let Tino finish with the rest of the mess.

Drink Specials
Squirtle
Wartortle
Blastoise

It was a chilly kind of day.

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

It was Guy's first night behind the bar, so hopefully nothing would attack. He'd promised Kitty, after all. Couldn't break that.

So, after giving the zombies an unimpressed look at any attempts to con the newbie into doing anything more than duct tape, he was settled in. And maybe looking up drink specials for the day before settling on something that may or may not have just made him snicker.

Bulbasaur
Ivysaur
Venusaur

throughaphase

After yesterday's constant duct-taping of zombies, Kitty really didn't feel like hanging around the bar today. For some strange reason. So tonight she was hanging out at the Perk, hugging a cup of something nice and hot like it was her best friend... metaphorically, anyway, and trying to people watch through the window.

Which was a little bit easier in anything other than a small town, really.

[Expecting one, but open, with the disclaimer that I'm on SP after 6 pm CST.]

nookiepowered

Bo wasn't going to ask where the little fireplace came from; she was just going to go with it, fish around in her shoulderbag, and find some stockings to hang.

That accomplished, and inspired by her much-appreciated gift from Zoe, she set about concocting a festive Happy Hour special.

Happy There's A Bar Here Again Holidays!

Half-price S'mores Shots (over 21 only):
1 part cake vodka, 1 part marshmallow fluff vodka, 1 part Godiva liqueur.

Half-price S'mores Hot Chocolate:
with whipped cream vodka or non-alcoholic

T'was the season.

[Fa la la la la. Open!]

throughaphase

There was some inventory in now, since shipments could actually get here, and Kitty was attempting to get the bar set up again. But she kept running into the same problem.

"Okay, I'm pretty sure I put that vodka here a second ago."

Tino tried to look innocent. It wasn't working.

throughaphase

While the island at large might have been having a few big problems, Kitty was having a much smaller, yet still annoying one. Namely, that it was her first day of work, she was still figuring things out, and Tino was answering all of her questions with attitude.

"For the last time, I never even agreed with Wallace when he called you deformed," she sighed for what must have been the fourth time.

Apparently Tino cared not.

nookiepowered

Bo: not on a milk crate this week, nor was there chocolate sauce on the bar and whipped cream in her hair. She was, however, on her phone, if you count poking at the app buttons as "on."

While she'd never gotten into Twitter before now, since her life had mostly depended on keeping a low profile and not spewing things out to the rest of the universe on a regular basis, everybody seemed to be doing it these days. Even Portalocity had one, a fact she'd become aware of when they spammed her e-mail with fornicating gnomes and repeated announcements about discounts she wasn't even interested in. God, she'd only ever even used the place once, to get to Bristol.

So, since she couldn't tweet #portalocityfail without actually having a Twitter account, she was working on that.

nookiepowered

When Bo had woken up today, she found a note by her bed that said Get to work early today to help Tiny with inventory. She didn't entirely remember writing it -- she must've been really tired last night -- but it was in her own handwriting, so it must be true. She had a job!

Which she even managed to find, after a few hours of exploring her room looking for an address. And cartoons. And Froot Loops. And more cartoons. And a walk through town that wouldn't have taken nearly as long, even for seven-year-old feet in blue and white Keds, if everything hadn't been so distracting. Five o'clock was still early, right?

That was what she asked Tiny when she got there. Bo thought Who the hell are you was a totally inappropriate reply, and not just because of the bad word.

"I'm Bo, silly. I'm here early to help you with the inventory. What are we gonna invent?"

Apparently they were going to invent drink specials. At least that was what Tiny said after he finished hitting his face with his hand.

Visitors would find the usual specials board replaced with one made of construction paper, glitter, rainbow stickers and smelly fruit markers. It had a lot of blank space for adding new stuff -- or more glitter, not that there was much left after the incident with Tiny's hair -- but it started like this:

Specials
Choclate bananana milk: 50 cents
Strawberry pinapple milk: 55 cents
Cherry milk shake with cherrys and cherry icecream and choclate and bananana: 75 cents
Piggieback Rides: 85 cents plus TIP

Help us with inventory! Make up a new drink, get it freeee!

***Choclate peenut butter milk shake inventoryed by RICHIE: 75 cents
***Lots of chocOlate and a cherry milk shake and NO BANANAS inventoryed by SUSAN: 75 cents
***Orange and strawberry and cimmonnin milk shake inventoryed by KENZI: 75 cents
***Strawberry blackberry milk shake inventoryed by TOBY: 75 cents
***Chocolate with some strawberry and bublegum and Rainbo Sprinkel milk shake inventoryed by GUY: 75 cents

She'd had to talk Tiny down from a dollar for the piggieback rides, which was just ridiculous.

[Open! Serving milk and fruit and chocolate concoctions of all sorts except the alcoholic kind.]

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

Once the dates were over, GOB made his way back toward the bar and started bossing Tino around, just like old times. "Okay, let's show everyone how a real pro tends bar. Tino! Get me another scotch!" Yep. A real pro made Tino do all the work. These were tricks you never forgot, even years after leaving the bar business.

[OOC: For your post-3MD conversations and/or hookups or whatever! Or for people who were just waiting until after the dates to get a damn beer!]

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

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

That's right. It was time for Three Minute Dates once again. Of course, this time it was being pushed back a couple hours ~~because GOB just posted bail in Lexington Park for solicitation last night~~ so it could better help sunlight-adverse residents of Fandom find true love as well. Anyone who came to the bar at the normal time were free to keep drinking to help them loosen up for the dates until just before 8:00...

The lights went dark. And then, The Final Countdown began, with a spot-lit GOB striding out onto the stage and doing an illusion where he made Tino bring him a scotch. Look, he'd done like twenty of these things already. People weren't getting free magic from him anymore.

"Thank you, everyone, for coming out here on this historic night. We've reached a true milestone here, but more on that later," GOB said. It would be best to fear Round 5, where there would be a couple extra minutes for GOB to discuss the historic nature of the night. "This is, of course, Three Minute Dates. And I am, of course, a Matchmaker Named GOB." He waited for applause..... and then continued. "When I or somebody else, probably Tino, who knows? calls your name, find a table with the other person whose name was called and get to talking and see if you want to make babies within three minutes. Because after three minutes, you'll hear this sound."

The zombie drummer started doing a drum roll.

"And that's when it'll be time to move on to your next date. Got it? Good. Oh, and sorry about the surplus of adult guys. Apparently single chicks can't stand being in a town without me. Anyway, let's get started...."

[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! Have fun!

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen, 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.

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

momslilassassin

[Voiceover: "The part of Ben Skywalker will continue to be played by James Franco because after that Academy Award hosting gig, no one else would take him."]

Ben Skywalker had not stepped foot in Fandom since Tony Stark and Ender Wiggin had become an item. He hadn't asked for the details (though he probably should have...), had just taken his leather jacket and his motorcycle and his broken heart (and a portion of the diamond mine fortune) and roared off into ~~movies~~ the distance.

But now that ~~the movie career hadn't worked out~~ rumors reached him that Tony and Ender were planning to get married, Ben just couldn't stay away.

He and his amazing motorcycle (sans helmet, but plus cigarette because he was a rebel) came back to Fandom in a cloud of exhaust and emo. He barely blinked as his cigarette disappeared from his fingers.

"Fandom," he sighed. "I haven't missed you."

[OOC: Oh so open.]

cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com

Zayne was feeling pretty good today. Not only was he an actually legitimate businessman, but he had an actual employee whose purpose wasn't to shoot things or hit them with a staff. (Not that he had a problem with employees who hit things with staffs. Traditionally, that was his favorite kind of employee.)

He started feeling less good when he saw what the special was today. Zayne always felt a little weird about food from Mon Calamari. It really didn't help that the main species on the planet shared a name with a food dish on Earth. But he didn't expect most of the island to even know about these concerns, so he didn't bring it up. And anyway, it tasted pretty good.

Today's Special:
Calamaria Surprise

badnewsandwit.livejournal.com

It hadn't been the taint Alistair had been picking up all this time, but it was certainly a taint. By now, his senses were screaming at him about it. And he'd seen the creatures, milling around in the shrubs, turning up in the streets and running amock.

He was a Grey Warden. This was what he was meant to do, wasn't it? In peace, vigilance, in war, victory-- that was his duty.

He was standing outside in the park now, shield in one hand and sword in the other. His armor hung comfortably heavy on his shoulders. He felt strong, ready, and maybe a little frightened...

Not that that mattered right now.

The creature in front of him screeched with inhuman hunger and barreled straight at him, presumably with designs on his innards. But that was only a guess.

( He was interrupted by a fireball... )

[ open to morrigan, open to all, open to... people who want to do other park-related things! come fight. minor ocd alert. ]

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!]

bitten_notshy

Newly registered for classes for the fall semester, Jack devoted any time he didn't spend serving customers to reviewing his Greek and Latin in preparation for his first university-level seminar in classical languages. He hadn't used them much in the last few years; he was convinced he was rusty.

For a part-time bartender, Jack was kind of an enormous nerd. At least he had the grace to sip a beer as he read.

nookiepowered

Plus column: Bo was human again.

Well. Bo was human-shaped again, and she had legs that were human-shaped again, and those legs had boots that were human-shaped again, so no one had to die.

Minus column: her favorite Hot-Girl-I-Can't-Sleep-With-But-It-Won't-Stop-Me-From-Flirting had skipped town and wasn't here to admire them.

Sigh. Tonight's borderline-illegal skirt was for Isabela anyway.

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