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not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer sat at work, writing a resignation letter. She didn't want to resign, but she kind of had to. She was still trying her best to warm up to the idea of going home and not coming back to Fandom.

So far, it wasn't happening.

She knew that she should start telling people she was leaving. But that would make the leaving more real and she didn't want that, either. It was petty and childish to deny the inevitable. But Jennifer Walters wanted to cling to childish hopes, at least today.

[ooc: Open post, OCD free, answering all pings after work.]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer had grabbed her mail on the way to work today, not looking at the envelopes until she actually got seated at her desk. When she saw one was from her father, she opened it and read it.

It was an apology for sending her away. And it was a letter informing her that after the semester, she was coming home to stay.

She frowned at it. Nothing like being told what you were doing, instead of being asked your opinion.

She'd happily distract herself if anyone came in needing legal assistance.

[ooc: OCD free and open!]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer was a little fidgety at work today. Even though she didn't have a date, she had to go to Prom tomorrow as a member of Student Council.

She was wondering whether she should get a dress that fit her as normal, or if she should 'go green' for the formal.

She was writing down a list of pros and cons instead of working. Oops.

[ooc: OCD, open, all pings replied to when I get off work]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer sat at her desk, thinking devious thoughts.

Should she glue things down to the desk? Prop up a bucket of confetti (liquid of any sort was cruel)?

She was having trouble deciding. And running a Topeka search for ideas wasn't helping her at all...

[ooc: The OCD is off playing Blackthorne 2. Open.]

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

There was a bull-size wolf moving through town. The fact that some people might end up thinking he was a monster had occurred to Jacob, but his sense of self preservation was very much skewed. Besides, how many monsters did you know that walked around with a cut off pair of jeans attached to his hind leg by a gas mask. Luckily there was no droid baby, Sedna had been dumped with Morgana which seemed better for everyone involved. Except perhaps Morgana.

It left Jacob free to wander the island, trying to pick up a scent of the wolves that had taken the principal. He couldn't help wondering if the one he'd met on Thursday had anything to do with it. He didn't want to believe it, she'd been... He didn't know what it had been, but he'd been comfortable with her almost as if she'd been one of his pack despite all the differences.

The fog was still thick and while Jake's bulk gave him at least some time before he started hallucinating, he wasn't immune. It forced him to retreat regularly when the vampire scents became more poignant and he could see things moving that weren't really there. He'd find a spot, turn back and breath through the gas mask until he was certain his head was clear enough. Then he'd be back out, looking for real monsters and the wolves. Because somehow that was personal.

[Open for monster encounters and/or running into Jake.]

Current Mood: predatory

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!]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer busied herself with her duties at work again, at least looking like she wasn't deep in thought again. And indeed, she wasn't. After her talk with Raven last night, she finally had an inkling of self-confidence back, and she was putting it to good use in getting all the fiddly bits of work done around the office.

[ooc: OCD free, Open, Replying to each and every ping when I'm off work!]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer had seated herself in a corner booth after getting herself a cup of hazelnut coffee. She sipped carefully and quietly, trying to focus on the coffee and not the events of last weekend.

She was reasonably succeeding. Baby steps in dealing were happening. Baby steps.

[ooc: Jen is (unknowingly) mainly there for one, but open for any coffee needs and Jen (for visits that come chronologically before her visitor]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer was very quiet at work today. She was finally starting to deal with what happened, in her own special way. She was reading very specific case histories, ones she felt were... at least spiritually similar to some of her own circumstances.

It was helping. Little by little. She'd soon be able to actually confront Alice or Zack about it all. Soon, but not today.

In the meantime, she'd welcome anyone to stop in, and if they needed legal help, well that she'd love to help with.

[ooc: OCD free, open!]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer was more than happy to settle back into work after a week off. Filing done, she took to doing more basic legal research of her own. But what she used to do just fine, getting lost in a big old book of law, the same action now made her a bit antsy. Like she should be doing something bigger, grander.

She did her best to ignore that feeling and instead focused on the pages. However, anyone who came in was bound to have Jen's full attention, as she'd be way more interested in them than her book.

[ooc: OCD free, open post, I will respond to all pings after work!]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer busied herself with work at Cabot and Associates today. Mainly because she didn't want to think 'Oh look, the dance is coming up fast and I still have no date'. That would make her one of those sort of girls and she wasn't that sort of girl, thank you very much (or so she protested in her head).

She'd be perfectly fine with going stag, as a representative of the student council. Really.

Her mind totally was on doing her work today. Honest.

[ooc: OCD free. Jen will be grateful for any interruption. I will respond to any pings when I'm off work!]

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

It was time for a much needed girls' day out/spa day.

Joan arrived early and made arrangements for discounts on massages, mani/pedis and facials.

And then she settled in to watch the Puppy Bowl while she got her nails done.

[mostly for the girls who were invited though can be open to anyone]

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

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer was back in her business suit, working diligently.

To the tunes of her very special Pandora station that only played music from her own era. Modern music was great, but... apparently she preferred the classics.

Oh, and she was doing some side research about vampires. For obvious reasons.

Anyone was welcome to stop in for legal assistance. Or just to talk to Jen. Or to point her at a vampire she could beat up. She was a little eager for that last one.

[ooc: Open, the OCD fell down a well.]

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

It was a new day and there was no better way to start a new day than with the continuation of the carnival. There was still snow coating the ground but the atmosphere was as lively as ever. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing Booths | OOC | Post 1 | OCD is up! Go wild!]

Current Mood: cold

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

It was a new day and there was no better way to start a new day than with the continuation of the carnival. There was still snow coating the ground but the atmosphere was as lively as ever. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[Concessions | Tables and Chairs | Hot Fudge Wrestling | Tunnel of Love | Hot Fudge Jousting | Bungee Jump | Snowmobile Racing | OOC | Post 2 | OCD is up! Go wild!]

Current Mood: cold

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer was back at Cabot and Associates, all business dress and a smile.

While she didn't have a lot of busy work, she kept herself occupied with making sure all the filing was in the right place and order. And then she took the time to just start delving into various books on case law. When she had to, she could just get lost in one of those law books.

[ooc: No OCD, Open Post, Answering All Tags When I Get Home.]

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

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Today, Jennifer was working hard on keeping the office neat and tidy, both physically and electronically. Sorting computer files was oddly time consuming.

She was even learning not to lean so hard on the chair as to break it, too. Being the She-Hulk did bring some interesting limitations, as well as benefits. She was starting to adjust, though.

[ooc: OCD free, Open, will reply to all tags when I'm back from work.]

puppy_fair

So, Zack was possibly a little on the twitchy and awkward side today at work, and finally, the dishes got around to asking him why.

After a long, hesitant sort of silence, Zack finally piped up and asked a very important question.

"So... What do you guys think webcams are for?"

After a few more minutes spent explaining what a webcam actually was, the Cheese Grater piped up with his brilliant answer. Naturally, Zack had to start flailing.

Today's Specials:
The dishes are offering half-off to anyone who can make Zack blush, today!
HEY. GUYS.

"Webcams are not for sex!!"

Zack wasn't going to win this one.

[Open!]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer was back to her She-Hulk self today. If she liked herself like this, there was no reason to hide it from the new kids. Fiona had definitely made a really good point.

So, there was a tall green person dressed in a woman's suit at Cabot and Associates today. She'd be very happy to help you.

[ooc: Open, OCD free, and I totally didn't forget to post this this morning. Rly.]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer's recent unflappable confidence had hit a little speedbump.

She'd broken her chair. And her pen. And had maybe accidentally wrenched the doorknob out of the door to her room the other day.

It was a literal case of not knowing her own strength. And that was starting to bother her. And not just because it was costing her most of her salary in replacing things.

In the meantime, Jennifer was standing behind her desk, doing her work. She might find an apple crate or something to sit on later.

That would probably break too.

[ooc: Open and OCD-less]

puppy_fair

Zack was in a good mood today at work!

Or, rather, he was smiling a good deal, which wasn't necessarily the same thing with Zack, but it wasn't as though the dishes could tell the difference. Either way, they were going to continue feeding him cookies and directing him off to corners to do mindless busy work. He terrorized fewer customers that way.

Today's Specials:
Ravioli with Asparagus and Gorgonzola Cream

Being made to fold inanimate cloth napkins in the corner, however, wasn't going to stop him from pointing out that the gorgonzola smelled kind of like dirty socks.

Cafe Fina was open.

[And the OCD ran away with the spoon.]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

That's right, true believers, Jennifer was hard at work today at Cabot and Associates.

She'd be happy to help you if you came in, of course. But her stray thoughts today were about a certain tall, dark, and gorgeous Zack Fair. So if she seems to be sighing happily and staring off into space, well... we can't print that in a comics-code approved book!

...wait, a minute.

[ooc: Open, OCD less, I'm at work until 7 pm central!]

eternalstud.livejournal.com

Damon came into work on time, for once, and took his place behind the bar, a bottle of scotch by his side. Tino still hadn't really seen Damon do actual work yet but he was too scared to glare at him bitterly.

[I'll be around for the next hour or so and then I'm off to a bar. Yeah, I don't know where this social life came from either]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer still hadn't changed back from being the She-Hulk. So today there was a big green girl in a business professional outfit doing the filing at Cabot and Associates.

Hopefully Jen's boss wouldn't freak out again.

[ooc:Open and OCD free]

tyler_gone

"Right," Tyler said, once most of the fighters seemed to be there. "I don't know where Ghanima went. Maybe she has some chick thing I don't want to know about."

Yes, Tyler, that was exactly what you wanted to say about a woman who could kick your ass. Especially when she had relatives who came to Fight Club and could also kick your ass.

"Anyhow, you're stuck with me. Rejoice. Um, matches today are -- blondie, fight dark hair. Other blondie, you're with him. Third blondie, with her." He paused to draw his breath and look the crowd over. "Anakin with Steve, the Mayor with him, and Rose with the green girl. Everyone else, you're on your own."

A beat. "We need to figure out if we'll do this thing Thanksgiving weekend or not. I'll be here. If you have any brilliant thoughts, stop by and let me know."

puppy_fair

It lurked. In the shadows. In the corners. Behind the booths.

It lurked.

And when the dishes least expected it...

"INCOMING!!!"

They were assaulted by plastic balls that Zack had snuck out of the sixth floor ball pit.

Today's Specials:
Come in, sit down!
Get beaned in the head by a plastic ball, and eat for free!
(Please don't sue us, the puppy's crazy.)

Café Fina was open.

Beware.

[Ocd-freeee~]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer frowned a bit at her desk today. She was, apparently, flying home Friday after her class to visit home. Her letter she received from her father said as much. A chance to 'catch up and lessen the gap between them' it said.

She didn't think the latter would actually happen. Not when she still had such a big secret to hide from him.

So, her moodiness was affecting her work. But not too much. She'd still be happy to help people if they came in.

The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID

[ooc: The OCD got a little bit tired of listening to the sound of its tears, so it ran away. Open!]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Zack had picked up Jen from work, and they'd embarked on their all important second date.

That meant ice cream.

So they went to Chilly Boulder, and were face with a scary prospect:

Ordering.

"What do I want?" Jen asked.

[ooc: Thread locked, but open ice cream store is open for other stuff]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer arrived at work on time ~~unlike the post~~ and got everything sorted and in order.

She could be found doing online research in between games of Bejeweled Blitz.

Such a hard worker, that Jennifer Walters.

[ooc: Late post, the OCD got lost in time. Open!]

living_endless

The shop was done up for Halloween, with candy, pumpkins, scarecrows and ghosts everywhere and a large display of costumes at the front of the shop.

Just don't ask the girl behind the counter if she's going as a goth this year. It will make her glare.

Halloween Sale
10% off all costumes
50% off candy if you shop in costume

Squishy flavors: Ghoulish grape, horrifying hard cider, rampaging red.

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer worked diligently today, filing and sorting and researching. While she seemed to be developing a bit of a rebellious streak, that didn't affect her work in the least. When she was here, she was all business.

But she could take a quick break to help anyone who stopped in just to see her. And anyone who needed legal help, she'd do that too!

[ooc: No OCD, open!]

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!]

atreideslioness

No one had visited Tyler this year. He could afford to be smug, although, as a mission of charity, he'd brought in an array of chips, pastries and other snacks. "I think everyone in the room gets a cookie for living through yet another parents' weekend," he declared. "And guests, welcome."

Ghanima was doing her best not to laugh. "We haven't lived through it yet," she reminded him. "But we're glad you're all here. The rules are on the door, but since there's so many people today, we're going to forgo assigned matches."

"Open sparring only," Tyler agreed. "Go to it."

Mingle / Beginner Mats / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC

[OCD and Post up early for SP goodness! PW guests are welcome, so long as they follow standard Fight Club rules.]

Current Mood: chipper

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer opened up the office today, ready to work hard and diligently for her paycheck. She was really grateful for this opportunity, every day she came in.

No matter what abilities her cousin may have granted her, she couldn't help but think working as a lawyer would be just as sensational as being a superhero.

And hey, maybe she might manage both, in the future.

The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID

[ooc: The OCD ran away. Open!]

notyourpawn.livejournal.com

Alice had traveled back to the As today, upon noticing a band that had "Alice" in its name. She was Royalty; she was allowed to be somewhat self-important. Today would be an Alice-y sort of day, for music.

The sign still hung proudly in the window:

GROOVY TUNES IS NOW HIRING
WOULD YOU NOT ENJOY WORKING HERE?
I ASSURE YOU, MOST OF US DO

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Alice in Chains - Got Me Wrong

awesomebigsis.livejournal.com

Ellie was glad she had to work today so she could avoid the assembly. Certain things in her life were confusing enough. She'd much rather deal with the horses. Kally stuck her head over the fence, seeming to sense Ellie's thoughtfulness. Instinctively, she pet her, already feeling a little more at ease.

The Gig was open.

vanillajello

Kate had spent the entire way from the dorms to the Perk looking around at how normal most things around town looked, and guessing how everything was going to look in a week. Next weekend, to be precise.

Nothing weird was going on. It felt ominous to her.

She was pretty anxious again when she got to the Perk. She tried to get rid of the feeling by ordering the most chocolatey hot chocolate the place had to offer, and seating herself by the table that was the best for peoplewatching.

The Perk’s staff were eyeing her suspiciously again. She ignored them.

[ooc: Open!]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer was hitting the coffee hard again.

She wanted to be extra energized for Ino's party and everything else today. If you needed legal help, though, she could assist!

The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID

[ooc: Jennifer drank the OCD with the coffee.]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer did her filing, her research, all of her work today.

At least, in between games of Bejeweled. Damn that internet!

[ooc: OCD free, feel free to come in and poke Jen! The post is very open.]

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena had gotten Layla's e-mail, and as much as she was trying (and completely failing) not to be friends with Zack, she sort of was. Friends with him. And friends should go to birthday parties. Right? Right.

She hadn't expected to be the first one there, but she was going to roll with it. A little preparation, some party favors and hats to hand around, and she even wrote GIFTS on the back of a menu and propped it up on a side table.

Now, to wait for the guest of honor. And all the rest of the guests, for that matter ...

(OOC: posted for the lovely-but-afk

iknowstuff. If you wanted an invite, you got one, and hell, you don't need an invite to drop in, either. OCD ~~coming~~ up!)

Current Mood: chipper

atreideslioness

"Welcome back," Ghanima began, looking over the assorted company. "I'm pleased to see we didn't scare too many of you off by forcing introductions."

"Luckily for you, there aren't any enforced group bonding activities today. Only sparring."

"Sparring," Tyler concurred. "No talking. And, since we're huge now, more matches. You and you, you and you, you in the back and you trying to look too cool for this. Ghanima, pick the last six."

"You can talk to other people, of course, but only if you want to. And you should introduce yourself to your partner," she commented dryly. "Let's see. You, sir, with her. And you and you. Leto, with her."

"Everyone else, grab someone, grab some mat, and start punching."

"We're here if you need us," Tyler added, retreating back to observe.

Arrive & Mingle / Beginner & Training Area / RNG Matches / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC

[~~Wait for the OCD if you please~~. No more waiting! Go ahead and start hitting!]

Current Mood: accomplished

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer Walters, hard working employee, opened up the office and started filing.

She liked filing. It was like making order out of chaos. The... menial task way.

[ooc: No OCD, very open]

living_endless

Once Didi had put her encyclopedia's worth of paperwork in Turtle's office and checked to make sure everything in the store was more or less where it should be -- and Apu shooed her away from even doing too much of that -- she settled in behind the counter with a Disney princess coloring book and a pack of crayons.

She was using a lot of black. In her world, apparently, Cinderella was a Goth.

T&C was open. Today's Squishy flavors: Magic Pumpkin, Glass Slipper Grape, Red.

tyler_gone

"Ladies! Gentlemen. Boys. Girls. Other sentient life forms." Someone had given Tyler sugar. "Welcome to Fight Club. I'm Tyler Durden, this is Ghanima Atreides. We're in charge."

"Which is the nice way of saying 'welcome to Fandom,'" Ghanima injected dryly. "You're here because you saw a poster, or heard through a friend, and you want to hit things. We support violence therapy."

"Most weeks," Tyler said, "we do assigned matches. This week is different. This week is introductions -- because you haven't said your names enough yet this week -- and some level testing. Introductions don't have to be fancy. Fight Club is not about your life story. Tell us what you like to be called and how long you've been at this and we'll call it good."

"After which, those of you that are new or trying to move from beginner to advanced can show us your moves, while the rest of you grab a friend to beat up," Ghanima continued cheerfully. "Once we've seen you in action, then our new friends can also hit the mats, and proceed to learn how we make friends and influence people here at Fight Club. I'll give you a hint; it usually involves bruises."

"But first, you all have to listen to the rules."

Tyler pulled out a sheet of paper and read them off. "Hopefully those are all clear, if you do not understand ask somebody. If you still do not understand, consider the possible tragedy of head damage and don't fight."

He glanced to Ghanima. "Anything else?"

"These rules are posted on the door for every Fight Club meeting," she said pleasantly. "Anyone who willfully ignores these rules gets bounced out that door. We are here to fight, not babysit you."

"Now, smile, and introduce yourselves, and let's see what you can do."

[OOC: Introductions are for everyone, please. Current classifications are here.]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer spent most of her workday drinking coffee today. It wasn't that she was extra tired or anything, it was just really good coffee.

She still did all her duties diligently, though.

The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID

[ooc: Jennifer drank the OCD with the coffee.]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer was actually prepared now, for being all big and green and having to work. A nice skirt suit with an elastic waist, in case it wore off. That's what she'd ordered last weekend, and she'd gotten in just in time for today's work. Which was good, since Fashion had sort of... set her off, again. Oopsies.

But hey, she thought she looked fabulous in class, and pretty damn awesome in her suit, too.

She wasn't sneaking looks at her reflection in her monitor as she worked. Nope. Not at all.

The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID

[ooc: Open! OCD free!]

tyler_gone

Today's Very Special Edition of Fight Club was being brought to you by two things; Ghanima was running late so Tyler was in charge on his own, and Anakin had offered a dare.

Figuring he might not get the chance again, Tyler had quickly curtained off a segment of the gym area and set a few things up behind it. "Hi," he said laconically. "I'm back, and Ghanima will be here a little later. Before the fighting, I wanted to talk to you about the next phase of fight club."

He was not catching Anakin's eye ~~if he was there~~ for this. He'd laugh if he did.

"In Phase 2, we start trying to look good while we fight. Neat hair, nice workout clothes, manicured nails. if you're ready for that, go behind the curtain and get ready. Don't forget the hair gel."

"If you aren't ready, stay out here and fight. I won't judge. I think it's time for a match for ... you and you, wizard-boy and blondie, you, you, you and definitely you. Go for it."

He was impressed he'd gotten through that without laughing.

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

The last time Ben was at Three Minute Dates, he was one of the daters. Now he was the host. He was pretty sure this counted as a promotion somehow.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Ben Reilly
Reject people and make it snappy!

When the event was just about ready to start, Ben took the stage. "Okay, everyone! Let's go over the rules quickly. We'll start in a minute when I read a pair of names. That pair finds each other, makes with the chit chat, and then after three minutes you'll hear this sound."

A zombie hit a gong. With his head. Whatever works... "And when you hear that, we'll move onto the next round and I'll read more names. We'll do this five times and then we'll be done. Oh, and don't forget, violence isn't allowed here but drink throwing is both possible and hilarious."

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

~~Please wait for epic OCD!~~ Epic OCD is up! And if you saw me make or admit to a PHENOMINALLY egregious mistake in my planning, I've got cookies on the table and you didn't see anything. Got that?]

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If changes need to be made to the entry for a fictional business your character owns or works at, please drop a comment right to the entry page for that business, and we'll update it for you ASAP!

If your character is a new business owner, please use the New Business Form to give us your information, and we'll create an entry for the business.

---       All Businesses
---       NPC-owned
---       Completely NPC

In-Character Comms

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

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Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

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