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There was a sign posted on the front door tonight.

CARITAS PRESENTS
THREE MINUTE DATES

There were drinks! There was a Tino behind the bar to serve and sign people up with or without their knowledge! Take advantage of these things! Definitely don't have a bad feeling over why there's a love potion in the HVAC system above the lounge area! (Because you don't know about it.)

And then juuuust before 8:00, the zombie drummer did a drumroll, at which point Kitty took the stage. "Hello, everyone! And welcome to Three Minute Dates! Some of you have been here before, so for those of you who are new, here's how this goes: there are five rounds. You get paired with random people and have to talk to them for five minutes. When you hear a bell-" Or whatever you modded. "-then it's on to the next date. If there's anyone you click with and want to see later, the bar will be open for drinks afterwars, so maybe buy someone one. Remember that physical violence will get you transported out of the bar. Oh, and hopefully you signed up for this because if you didn't... possibly surprise!"

And then... ding!

[Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. Feel free to go a little over but don't get carried away. You have other dates to get to! A regular bar post will go up later, and you can absolutely finish things up on Sunday!

An asterisk* next to a name denotes that that person definitely got hit with love potion in that specific round. You can also mod it whenever you'd like during the dates. This does not apply to the bar.

OCD ~~coming! I SEE YOU BRIDGEY~~ IS UP. GO FORTH AND DATE.

If I made a blatant mistake, like doubling people up or you dating yourself when you did not tell me you could date yourself, grab me via email or in the OOC thread and I will adjust!]

outofherdepths

"Why is she crying?" the dishwasher asked, huddled in the doorway with the others.

"I don't know," the busboy said, distressed. He was winding his apron around his hands. "I delivered her lunch, she looked up at me like I kicked her in the face, and then she crumpled up and started wailing."

"What was her lunch?" the dishwasher asked.

"Same thing as always!" Cook sputtered. "Goddamned noodles and cake!"

"Okay, next question," the dishwasher asked. "Why is she crying into a bag?"

It was shrugs all around for that one.

The boss's roommate was weird.

"...I kinda miss just having Parker creeping around the air vents," Cook sighed.

"I don't," the dishwasher said, and went back to the sink.

Today's Specials
Linguine Con Polipetti Alla Luciana
Easy Garlic Knots
Toffee Apple Cake

"Does anyone know how long she's gonna keep crying about this?"

outofherdepths

Duke hadn't come home yesterday. And while that wasn't exactly not normal, usually he called, if only to tell Larceny where the easy food was and to remind her not to eat the porgs. (Not that she had! In...MONTHS!)

But last night...nothing. And while both the radio and her messages held the answer, she didn't know to (or how to) check them.

"It's gonna be okay," the busboy said, all sympathy, when he came out with her expected noodles and cake - before she'd even had to ask. "It'll all come to nothing. You'll see."

Larceny didn't even get to ask 'what will' before he was scurrying back into the kitchen, wailing something about Duke being the only one who cared enough to know their names.

Humans sure were weird sometimes.

Today's Specials
JUSTICE NOODLES
FREEDOM CAKE
FREE DUKE! FREE DUKE! FREE DUKE!

[No OCD]

hatesparadise

Danny was finishing up his report, blissfully unaware of the existence of radio. Because that was a weird thing, guys. It was weird to get told what everyone in town was doing every day. You weird, weird, cult town.

"Rise and shine, babe," Danny called, kindly depositing a coffee at Crocker's cell. Because he wasn't here to torture people. Much. Look, only within the legally allowed bounds.

Because, you know what? Today was a good day.

The Troopers? They had huddled up with popcorn at the ready for when this popped off, though. So, there was that.

[you gotta know it's open!]

hatesparadise

Someone was new in town. You could tell by the fact that he cursing the goddamn stairs everywhere and holding up his cellphone like maybe it'd get him a signal anytime soon. Like he was on freakin' Makapuu Point and not some weird castle place.

Yeah.

"If this is a kidnapping, it's pretty incompetent," he muttered, glaring at the lack of bars on his phone before looking around for literally any landmark he could use to get out of Castleville.

Also, if it was a kidnapping, he was blaming McGarrett.

[SO OPEN]

outofherdepths

The busboy sauntered into the dining room today, late for his shift, wearing a designer suit and carrying a briefcase. "I just want you all to know that it's been lovely working with you," he announced from the center of the dining room. "But - as you may have noticed from the lack of turnips, I completed a deal and sold them all." He pulled his sunglasses down and winked. "At a significant profit."

"Oh yeah?" the dishwasher asked. "How much."

"Five hundred thousand dollars," the busboy declared. Smugly. He pulled out his phone to show the transaction. The cook looked impressed. Surprised, but impressed. The dishwasher looked skeptical. "Needless to say, I'm handing in my notice today," he continued. The wide world of finance is calling my name and--"

"Wait, is this in dollars or won?" the dishwasher interrupted, staring at the phone. "Because it looks like you sold them for five hundred thousand won, not dollars."

"Really?!" The busboy hurried over, snatching his phone back and staring down at it, rehearsed speech forgotten. "Well. Okay. Won. But South Korea is a thriving economic powerhouse, so I'm sure the exchange rate is--"

"About $400," the dishwasher said calmly, turning back to the sink. "Give or take about twenty bucks."

"Oh noes." The busboy looked down at his suit, his watch, his briefcase. "I am never gonna financially recover from this."

Cook just tossed him an apron. "Table three needs clearing. And bring that lady her noodles and cake."

Today's Specials
Shattered Hopes
Bitter Ashes of Dreams
Cake

[No OCD]

outofherdepths

Larceny came into a very confusing sight this afternoon. Cook was arguing with the boy who brought her food and cleaned her tables (he did nothing with buses and she refused to call him that, buses were vehicles) and the inside of the restaurant was covered in crate and crates of--

"Turnips!" Cook howled. "Why would you buy so many damn turnips?!"

"Not just turnips!" The busboy argued. "Turnip futures! I was talking to this girl, her gran raises turnips, and she was telling me how they're the next big commodity! We're gonna be rich! As soon as the stock price of turnips skyrockets, we sell!"

"Turnips are a root vegetable!" Cook pointed out - using a spatula to do all the pointing for him. "They're never going to skyrocket!"

"Wait, really?" the busboy asked. "But Daisy Mae said--"

"Her grandmother grows turnips!" Cook threw his hands up. "Her job is to sell turnips! Of course she's going to tell you they're the next hot commodity!" He stalking into the kitchen, leaving the busboy to stare at the crates stacked to the ceiling with turnips. A moment later, the dishwasher came out and patted the kid's shoulder. "Besides, everyone knows the real sellers are rutabegas," he said kindly.

Larceny just slipped into a booth and shook her head. People on land were so weird. "No," she said, when the boy came over to ask what she wanted with a hopeful look in his eyes. "No turnips. Pasta. And cake."

Today's Specials
Roasted Garlic, Parmesan, ~~and Turnip~~ Pasta
Southern-Style Turnip Greens
Kihen Fin Veisseriben Cake
WE ARE VERY SORRY!

[No OCD]

outofherdepths

After swimming so far south that the land stopped and then back, Larceny had been even more tired than she'd been hungry. So she'd come home from the playground (Duke and Octavia had good, healthy spawn, she was pleased to see), tumbled into bed, and hadn't risen until this morning.

She'd used the sad room while Duke taught, then got dressed and hurried over to the diner for food. She was hungry enough to eat a whale. A big whale, not even a bully orca or anything.

"Let me guess," the busboy said. "Noodles and cake?"

"Yes!" And as he reported back to let the chef know the weird lady was back, Larceny bent over the chart she'd gotten from Duke, trying to figure out how to read it. If this was a map to her pod, she needed to know...but how did she translate water currents and the texture of the sand and the different plants and fish to these...different bits of colored paper?

Today's Special
Pasta with asparagus and mushrooms
Princess Cake

[No OCD!]

betterthanaplan

"Arrrr, ya scurvy dog! Ye may have the high ground now, but the Great Pirate Crocker will take ye down forthwith!"

"That's the worst pirate accent I ever heard!" Jean cried from the top of the jungle gym, giggling. "I'm the queen of the jungle gym! You'll never bring me down!"

"Ye think that, Jungle Queen! But I have a secret weapon!" He pulled a bag of jelly beans from his pocket. "Bribing you with candy!"

Jean sat down on the jungle gym, swinging her legs. "Wow. You're a terrible father."

"I mean, I'm not dead yet, so I'd say I'm doing pretty well."

[open!]

outofherdepths

"The sign is wrong."

"Wait, huh?" The busboy looked up at Larceny, confused. Then glanced at the sign in the window. "No it isn't."

"Yes it is," Larceny insisted. "It has an L. It should have a D."

The busboy's brow furrowed, then cleared. "Oh! You mean it should be Duke's?" he asked.

"Yes!" Larceny nodded once. "Because it is his."

"But the name is Luke's," he explained. "The diner's I mean."

"But it shouldn't be," Larceny said, folding her arms over her chest. "It should be Duke's."

The busboy just facepalmed. "I'll, uh. Make that suggestion," he said, escorting her over to a booth. "What can I get you to eat instead?"

"Noodles!" Larceny exclaimed. "And cake!"

The busboy also bit down on asking Again? Because arguing with his boss's weird roommate about her food sounded even less fun than arguing with her about the sign.

Today's Specials
Cajun Shrimp Spaghetti
Chocolate Truffle Layer Cake

[OCD free]

outofherdepths

"Hello!" Larceny was all smiles when she entered the diner. They gave her food here! Or rather, they did when Duke was here with her. Time to see if they would when she was alone. "Food please!"

The staff looked at each other and shrugged, eventually sending the busboy over to take her order. "What do you--"

"Noodles!" Larceny said brightly. "And cake!"

It was an easy enough request, the cook supposed, disappearing into the back to make that. Easy enough that the busboy decided to add it to the specials board.

Today's Specials!
Spaghetti Margherita
Raspberry Pink Velvet Cake with Raspberry Cream Cheese Frosting

For her part, Larceny made a bunch of happy noises when she was fed and then settled into a booth, practicing her writing. The reading had come easy, but making the letters without wiggles was still hard.

Still! Progress!

that_oldsaying

Was this what owning a shop was like?

Sure, Alluka had been here yesterday, but after a night spent thinking about the front windows and looking at her pictures and even doodling (her doodles were terrible) out little potential layouts, she'd found herself coming in today as well.

"Alright," Alluka said, to Mr. Bubbles, who guarded the snacks and tea they had set up on the counter vigilantly. "We'll start with this one space and see what works here before we even touch the other half, okay?"

That seemed like a good plan to her, even though Mr. Bubbles was more interested in whether or not the cookies had strawberry or grape jelly in them.

(Alluka maybe helped herself to a cookie or two before she actually got to work; the answer was there was both kinds!)

Pixie Dust is Open!

[Up by request, but also totally, totally open!]

betterthanaplan

"You caught a swordfish?!"

"What?" Duke gave Tony a hefty amount of side-eye. "No."

"This recipe calls for swordfish."

"It calls for fish steak like swordfish. We're using tuna."

Tony pouted.

"Dude. First, if I did catch a swordfish, I wouldn't bring it in to cook in a diner. Second." Duke patted his cooler. "How would a whole swordfish even fit in here?" He shoved the cooler into Tony's chest. "We're using tuna. Very nice tuna, that has been caught fresh. Now please start cleaning the fish."

Tony took the cooler and shuffled off towards the prep counter, looking put out. Duke rolled his eyes.

"Swordfish. In a diner. Really now."

Today's specials
Catch of the day!
Winter roasted TUNA with citrus sauce

Luke's was open ~~and OCD free~~.

outofherdepths

Yesterday, Larceny had woken up wanting to die. Her head had hurt, her stomach had hurt - even her hair had hurt. She hadn't even wanted to eat, she'd been so miserable. She'd spent some time in the sad room - without the water, thank you - being sad and throwing up. Now she knew what 'hugging the toilet' meant and she couldn't even be happy about learning something because it was NOT A HAPPY THING.

There was only one way to handle feeling like this.

Late last night when Duke and Octavia weren't around, she had slipped over the edge of the Rouge and into the icy waters of the Bay. It wasn't comfortable, but her head felt immediately better. All of her felt immediately better. Here, she wasn't stupid for not knowing words or being confused by the weird things people did. Here, she was fully in her element. The fish showed proper respect, fleeing at her approach. A dolphin wanted to play and laughed when she tossed an empty turtle shell for him to fetch. A piece of kelp tied her hair back while she inspected a bloom of algae to make sure it was healthy.

See? She knew plenty of things! They just weren't Googles and wolves and how to read a piece of paper or use a fork or why red drinks were bad for you.

She'd slept below the waves, curled up in a bed of eelgrass, and woke up this afternoon feeling much refreshed. And after slowly making her way back to the island (motivated mostly by hunger, after a truly unsatisfactory meal of blue crabs), she pulled herself up onto the shore by the lighthouse, waiting to dry off enough to be able to form her legs again.

Oh. She probably should have found a way to bring clothing with her. Oops.

[Open for anyone who wants to spot a very human-looking Larceny! Squirrels, it's okay to mention seeing Larceny come out of the water, but please no mention of the 'mermaid' part.]

newroutines

Did you think speed dating was all Caritas was good for tonight? Not likely! After the dates were done, there was still a lot of evening stretching out in front of everyone gathered at the bar tonight.

So in case none of your dates turned out to be a perfect match - whether just for pollen-related relief or something that you might actually want to continue next week, too - there was still time.

Or if you just wanted to drink. That was cool too.

(Also, yes, Mike was somehow at work and not at home spending more quality time with his girlfriend, and no, even he wasn't sure how he'd managed that.)

[ooc: OCD up, have at!]

throughaphase

So! This pollen thing sure still was going on, huh! Kitty would have appreciated knowing that was going to be a thing when she set that up! Though it might also bring in more super frustrated people towards the end of this week?

The flyer on the door advertised Three Minute Dates tonight ~~though it was easy enough to miss if you were distracted/wanted to be surprised~~ and there were plenty of available drinks, along with Tino at the bar, who was happy to sign you up for tonight. Maybe without you knowing about it.

At 8:00 on the dot, the zombie band, dressed in tuxedos and please don't ask how they got them on, began to play something that sounded suspiciously like Barry White. And after that intro, Kitty walked out to the microphone, where a banner reading "WELCOME TO THREE MINUTE DATES" unfurled behind her.

"Good evening, all, and welcome to the triumphant return of Three Minute Dates!" Kitty greeted them. "If you've never experienced this before, the rules are simple! Your names will be read off in pairs. You will sit at one of these lovely tables here. You will have five minutes to talk and get to know each other. Exchange numbers. What have you. After those five minutes, you'll hear a gong-" Or a bell, or a buzzer, who even knew anymore. "-and move on to the next partner. You'll have five rounds, and if there's someone you hit it off with, feel free to stick around and get a drink with them once the dates are over. Oh! And don't have sex in my bar."

That was important.

"And with that over with, let's-"

And with that, the gong went off too early- prematurely, you might say- and it was on to the event!

[Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. Feel free to go a little over but don't get carried away. You have other dates to get to! A regular bar post will go up later, and you can absolutely finish things up on Sunday!

OCD ~~a-coming!~~ a-here! Go forth and date for exactly three minutes!

If I made a blatant mistake, like doubling people up or you dating yourself when you did not tell me you could date yourself, grab me via email or in the OOC thread and I will adjust!]

Bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Post-dates Caritas

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