[identity profile] unlimitedgoals.livejournal.com
Joan hadn't quite made it into the office Monday morning -- highly unlike her, but so had been the cold that she'd finally managed to stave off by yesterday afternoon. And as she always did when she missed a day at work, Joan felt that the place had fallen apart in her absence.

Today, she'd hauled Eric's tax files out of the basement, going over the employee forms as well as receipts. She couldn't do his taxes for him, but she also knew no accountant was going to touch half this stuff until it was better organized.

Of course, they'd probably need someone from his world to do it, anyway, or else there were going to be Questions about some of these purchases.
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Phil Keoghan strode down the beach as the waves crashed magestically against the rocks behind him.

"Welcome to Fandom, Maryland," he said, "the fifth leg in a race around the world for $50,000. Our some number of teams are currently sleeping off their 37 hour flights from Windhoek, Namibia and are totally suffering from killer fatigue." He arched an eyebrow toward the non-existent cameras. "This............is the Amazing Race."

[OOC: Please hold for slight OCD!]
[identity profile] doyoufondue.livejournal.com
When it became abundantly clear that the fellow who normally worked on Saturdays wasn't coming in, Howard opened the shop himself. Not that there was ever any business to handle. So, it was mostly just for show.

Oh, he didn't know about the whole kid thing. No one had warned him! No one had warned him!

So, for now, he was going to work on a few blueprints. The kind that needed to be drawn, not the kind suited to the computers still downstairs. And not just because he didn't know how yet.

Shut up.
[identity profile] unlimitedgoals.livejournal.com
When Joan had arrived on this funny little island, she'd immediately wanted to find somewhere to relax, and maybe take in a little people-watching before her meeting. And while she was a little thrown by what was essentially a job interview in the evening, it wasn't exactly unheard of - how many times had she made reservations for the boys to take a client out for drinks? It wasn't so different, she supposed.

Even so, she knew that rather than a drink, she needed a pick-me-up. So Joan found herself a cute little coffee shop, marveled at the exotic drinks (she had no idea what a macchiato might be; time to brush up on her Italian) and found herself a seat with her coffee.

She was slowly noticing the odd technology and clothing. Somehow, a jump forty-one years into the future hadn't occurred to her yet.

[some sp for the next hour or two but otherwise open yay!]
[identity profile] also-audrey.livejournal.com
Today required coffee, and a lot of it. How Audrey managed surviving on the stuff she had at home was beyond her, but today there was going to be a trip to the coffee place in town. So she got there, placed her order, the barista went in back to get something before she could make Audrey's drink...

...and Audrey was still waiting.

"Hello?" she called, leaning over the counter in case she could see where the barista had gone.


[I have little to no work and my boss is ignoring me. Guess what, open post!]
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It was unlikely that anyone would actually manage to make a purchase at Stark Industries today. That was because Topher, in all his professionalism, was sniffling and making his way through an enormous tub of cookie dough fudge ice cream with no signs of stopping anytime soon.

There may or may not have been a sad romance movie playing on his laptop. Maybe. In any case, it only made him eat more ice cream.

Stark Industries was open!
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
It was a laid-back kind of night. So Kenzi wasn't forcing the zombies to play any particular kind of music this evening.

She did, however, have a sign up that said: EXPERIMENTAL JELL-O SHOTS: $2. No matter how bad an idea that was.
[identity profile] wehateyouplzdie.livejournal.com
This wasn't Wallace's evening to work but he was bored and with nothing good on TV tonight that meant he had no choice but to work some overtime. Overtime with booze. Tino was not pleased to be spending his one night off working but Wallace couldn't very well work the bar alone, now could he?
[identity profile] 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!]
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So between being a lemur and being a hooker, Topher had missed two weeks of work, which was why the giant STARK INDUSTRIES sign came as a surprise to him. Not so much of a surprise, however, that he was persuaded to do actual work. No, that would be crazy talk.

Instead, he flopped down behind the desk and started working on a configuration for some of the ideas he had for minivan lasers.

As you do.

Stark Industries was open!
[identity profile] 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.]
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Jaina had known staying in Fandom any more than a couple days was going to make things messy back home thanks to the time difference, but she didn't really realize how much. She'd gone about her business, part of which was stopping in at JGOB for coffee and something quick to eat. Then she'd made the mistake of checking her messages while waiting. And found that she had twice as many as she'd replied to yesterday.

So now she had decided to just stay here for a while, reading up on stuff on her datapad so she could get caught up on everything she needed to. It was really not an unfamiliar sight with her.

[So open.]
[identity profile] doyoufondue.livejournal.com
The place was decorated in a classic, tasteful this afternoon. It was going to be a small, quiet affair that the entire town was invited to because what was the point of having a wedding if all the people you don't like couldn't show up to glower at you and your happiness?

No point at at, that's right.

It was going to be an event to... kill for?

[[OCD coming is up!]]
[identity profile] doyoufondue.livejournal.com
Sometime in the middle of the night Howard's totally awesome mustache disappeared, only to be replaced by a 5 o'clock shadow that George Michael would be jealous of. And he'd somehow managed to get eyeliner on that was so perfect, women might be jealous of his skills. So, he had that going for him today.

That and his illicit alcohol smuggling business that kept the Starks in power on this island. Screw the rules, he had money! And a large selection of fine alcohol saved up from when he moved in!

He looked out the window of the show at his domain, thinking of his future wedding that would once and for all bring those damned Skywalkers under his heel. Where they belonged.

[[Open speakeasy is open!]]
[identity profile] doyoufondue.livejournal.com
After spending far too much time attempting to catch up on the technology of the fuuuutuuuure day, Howard was going to settle on something that couldn't possibly have changed that much. Movies.

As long as people still watched them in theaters, he was happy. That might be because he hadn't heard about those fancy 3-D movies. Or hardlight holographic projectors. Look, he could only handle so much at a time without the crutch of bad coffee and good alcohol.

This island hated him.

"The title doesn't leave much to the imagination," he said, looking up at the marquee.

Now Showing
Cowboys and Aliens


[[Open, as a theater is.]]
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"3.2% alcohol? Really?" Bo read aloud from the bottle as she stocked up the mini-fridge below the bar with quote hard unquote lemonade. "So it's like Sprite that somebody took the cap off and walked through a brewery holding it?"

She might have sounded disapproving, but in fact she was jotting it down on her mental list of Drinks Bo Can Have To Appear Sociable Without Actually Getting Drunk.

The Scrumpy Jack Cider she unloaded next? So not on that list.

[OCD is up! I am around-ish (see OOC thread) but feel free to mod Tiny for faster service if you need it!]
[identity profile] redheadbabyvamp.livejournal.com
Jessica had gone shopping on the mainland the night before, and she'd scored some Vamp nail polish from Chanel (and the matching lipstick, of course). It was a moral imperative she buy it, but she'd hadn't had time to do her nails before getting home. So now as she sat by the door to the club, she carefully painted her nails. So sorry about the fumes.
[identity profile] capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com
Jack was behind the bar trying to figure out how he was going to pour drinks when all of the cocktail shakers had turned into nests tonight, which explained the specials.

"Everything I don't have t' mix: 30 percent off!"

The Devil's Nest was open.
[identity profile] wehateyouplzdie.livejournal.com
Fandom was a big change after spending a summer in Europe. Kind of a boring change. Oh well, one couldn't spend all of their lives sleeping with a different European guy whose name you couldn't really remember every night.

Well, you could, but that wouldn't help Wallace's argument with himself right now.

Screw it, he was just gonna get drunk.
[identity profile] doyoufondue.livejournal.com
The sign outside had been changed to something a bit more retro in the wee hours of the morning, leaving Howard only the process of organizing all of his things into something that he could work with.

Which he had been doing. Up until he found an computer electronic box in the back room that just begged to be taken apart to see what exactly it was.

Those poor, poor boxes were abandoned in the front of the store as he carefully set each part aside so he could place it back together in the right order. And he would, of course. He was a goddamn genius, after all.

[[Open, of course!]]

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