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Welcome to Caritas! Did you see the sign on the door tonight?

TONIGHT!
THREE MINUTE DATES

Of course if you were also too distracted or whatever to notice it, who could really blame you? It could just be a busy night at the bar, where Tino was taking signups for the event tonight, willingly or not.

A couple minutes before 8:00, Kitty stopped the zombie band and took the stage as a "THREE MINUTE DATES" banned unfurled behind her. So if you hadn't noticed before now, too late!

"Good evening, everyone! Welcome to Caritas for yet another night of Three Minute Dates!" Kitty greeted them. "If you don't know how this event works, it's simple: your name will get called with another name. You find each other, talk for three minutes, and then this shiny gong sounds and it's on to round two. You'll do this five times. And you might be thinking, 'three minutes isn't enough time to get to know someone,' you're right! That's why the bar will be open afterwards for you to maybe find someone you clicked with and get to know them better-"

Someone- Tino? Hopefully not a zombie- wolf whistled.

"-Whatever 'getting to know them' means to you," Kitty added. "You've still got about a minute to add your name but not enough time to flee the bar!"

[[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! Do not ping unless you're Bridgey.~~ OCD is up! Go forth and date!]

fh_extras

Right. Science and magic people were going to... science and magic this thing out of the air. In theory, it was a good plan, in that 'winging it by the seat of our pants' kind of way that Jesse was intimately familiar with. In practice, well, the streets of Fandom were currently a little on the deadly side.

So she dusted off the PA system sometime in the early afternoon.

"Hey, we think we've figured out how to stop this thing," she said, forcing her voice to stay steady (public speaking was the worst, okay, but she just needed a moment to remind herself she was the dir-- mayor here). "But we can use some cover while we do this. I need anybody who's willing to fight to come in to town hall and keep our people safe, okay? Thank you."

Click.

( In which people respond enthusiastically to the opportunity to beat shit up. )

long_memory

Silver had avoided all the horse nonsense, which was probably for the best. Nobody wanted to see a three legged pony trying to get around. Even so he hoped this all ended soon because it was just a tad too ridiculous for him to deal with even as a bystander.

[Open]

magnusrushesin

Magnus rolled with his the fact that he had a new bear buddy with minimal confusion. ~~Mostly because he loved him some His Dark Materials, but also to support his buddy Lin.~~

Which was why a bear of a man and an actual bear were now buying bear claws from the bakery and high-fiving each other. Because they both thought they were hilarious.

They were just unbearable.

[so open!]

ohvalleyofpenis

The park was done up with a series of colorful tents to house every stall the festival could hope to host. The weather was a perfect fall crispness for all to get out and enjoy themselves with their lederhosen. Because you know you wanna try out those lederhosen, right?

Welcome to Oktoberfest! We take no responsibility for tomorrow's hangovers.

[~~please wait for the ocd~~ have at ye!]

throughaphase

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!]

notallbluemonks

Beau had a splatter of green paint across one cheek, several more locks of hair than usual falling out of her topknot, and a ferally delighted grin on her face.

She'd just been out on a run around town (her second of the day, don't judge her) when she came across the paintball war as it happened to start spilling out into town, and a lucky shot from one of the Monday morning gym regulars had grazed her.

So now she was darting all around the place, trying to find pockets of skirmishing and ... maybe hoping to bait people into shooting at her. Look, she was quick and dodgy and could catch arrows out of the air and didn't get much of a chance to do that last thing around here.

So.

"Come on, fuckers, come get me!"

Hey, at least paintballs counted as nonlethal damage, so she wasn't going to end up having to make death saving throws again Which should be a relief to the several people who weren't a fan of watching her get her ass knocked out in a fight again. And hey, your one 6HP heal per day ability was safe this time, Yasha.

[OOC: So open! I wanted to play with Beau's canon Deflect Missiles ability, so I figured it would be easier to just make one post rather than have to explain it a million times.

So this is how it works, adapted for Fandom purposes: I'm going to roll a d10 and add 10 to the result to determine how much "damage" she can attempt to negate in reaction to a shot. Then, because I am not figuring out attack/damage modifier stats for all of you, I'll roll 3d12 to see how much "damage" you do, with a bonus of 10 if your character is a marksman. If that total beats the first one, it's a hit, otherwise she gets to swat the paintball out of the air and try to throw it back/ricochet it at you because D&D monks are ridiculous. I'll assume your shots are on target unless you specify that they're not.

Yes, I am absolutely rolling for this and will give results in an OOC note. Yes, I have enough dice at my work desk to do it. Yes, I put way too much thought into it.]

texted3times

Eric had made Tiny move all of the plants blocking the view of the axe-throwing section, put up a sign on the door:

"FREE VODKA SHOTS FOR AXE-THROWERS"

And then poured himself a free vodka shot.

He'd make Tiny get anyone else one, too!

[OOC: The vampire is in.]

solo_sword

Once Jaina had figured out the tools in her strangely giant pockets that she actually wanted to keep, Daniel had decided he wanted to fish in the pond. But that really that meant he wanted Jaina to fish, while he pointed out ripples in the water like he was helping.

And if you thought this meant she didn't have an eye on the other twin? Oh no, she did. He was doing zoomies through the grass with an elephant.

Which meant she sent a quick text, and really wished there was an early warning system for this sort of thing.

[Open! I'm so bored!]

my_own_advocate

The beach looked like someone had thrown an entire Pinterest board at it.

Strings of lights were strung between elegant poles, lighting up a fair portion of the beach (with the help of a few carefully-disguised generators, mind you). Large, stylized pots contained such multitudes of jasmine and lavender that at first glance they appeared to be bushes, instead - Seivarden's one contribution to the party.

Delicate paper screens carved the beach up into zones. Beach-classy lounge furniture sat on the sand, from chairs to sofas to even a bed or two. One corner held a stack of sheets, for anyone who didn't think bathing suits were appropriate eveningwear ('Togas encouraged!', the final Instagram post had said). Lucifer had supplied a ridiculous cooking setup for Duke in one corner, and a large bar ('open bar!' said the sign by it) stocked with almost every kind of alcohol known to man sat on the opposite side.

Even the water seemed to roll in like it figured it was part of an Instagram music video of some kind.

Seivarden had demanded a good party. And Lucifer had standards.

That it was extremely hot, that everyone had lost most of their wardrobe? That wasn't going to stand in the way of a bloody good party. There were ice cubes! Lucifer had brought a special freezer for extra ice cubes!

... and since it was Lucifer, no, he hadn't noticed the Truth Day thing yet.

[[ party! ]]

magnusrushesin

Sure it was a week late. And sure it wasn't even a traditional Midsummer festival because there weren't any games or people selling fried foods or screaming eyeballs in the sky.

But Magnus was pretty darn proud of what had been tossed together for a fun costume party on the beach.

With a big, mildly terrifying wicker bear waiting to be set on fire because something something Midsommar. He wasn't sure of the details because scary movies weren't his jam.

Either way, it would be good, clean fun!

[Open party!]

texted3times

The sign about the axe throwing competition was much, much bigger tonight because 1) the event was tonight and 2) Eric was just as petty about this as Lucifer was.

AXE-THROWING COMPETITION
FREE SHOTS*
AMAZING PRIZES

*on selected alcohols. Many exceptions apply.

Eric was over by the new, shiny axes (thank you, Amaya). Tiny was behind the bar. Lucifer was somewhere. Time to have some fun!

betterthanaplan

The true joy of living in the future was that you could impulsively throw your phone into the sea and still recover all the data from "the cloud" on the spare you kept hidden on your boat ten minutes later. Which meant went Duke came into the diner Thursday morning with a cooler full of crab, he also had with him a cardboard box full of decorations to put up, including several random photos of the island he'd taken with his phone over the last ten months. His staff watched him unpack the box with raised eyebrows -- no one had bothered to redecorate the diner since Vincent had been here. Someone put on a playlist of songs Duke remembered from high school, and he rolled his eyes but didn't make them change it.

It was mostly kitschy stuff like tickle sticks and decorated paddles and old life preservers. The photos included shots of the furry fish from the river in the preserve, the porgs hanging out on the rocky bits, and his pirate crew from his first class. A picture of femme-presenting Duke, hair braided, holding a toy shark -- from well before he and Octavia were even a thing, much less them adopting sharks as one of their symbols. Blown up large and glossy was an 8x10 of Williams sprawled on a scooter from the shenanigans yesterday, looking pissy while Tahani awkwardly pushed him around in her stilettos.

Duke was pretty proud of that one. It was terribly artistic! He hummed along as the next song started, not really paying much attention as he decided where to hang his old cavalry saber.

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real

He kept his expression carefully blank as he pulled out the prom photo Octavia had left in his office before she disappeared. He hung it up next to his office, under a beaten and blunt-looking old machete. He stepped back and looked at it for a long moment, debating whether or not he wanted to take it down. Whether the ache in his chest was the good or bad kind.

And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go

Duke choked faintly as he registered the lyrics he was listening to. "Change the song!"

"But it's the Cure!" Greg protested.

"CHANGE IT."

The song switched to some innocuous pop ditty, and Duke's shoulders drooped. He took a few deep breaths to recenter himself, then turned back to his box and pulled out the tip of an antique harpoon.

Let's not look too closely at how so many of his "kitschy decorative objects" could easily double as weapons.

Today's specials
CATCH OF THE DAY!
Maryland blue crab boil with beer and old bay

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

texted3times

Well, look at that, Eric actually doing the front of house part of his job!

He even put up a sign on the door to announce a future event:

*INTERNATIONAL AXE THROWING DAY JUNE 13
TOURNAMENT HERE THAT NIGHT
COME IN AND PRACTICE BEFOREHAND OR RISKING CHOPPING OFF YOUR OWN FOOT AND HAVING US LAUGH AT YOU*

There. He deserved a drink for all that hard work, right?

Right

[OOC: No OCD today!]

betterthanaplan

Duke was very quiet at the diner today. He'd set himself up in a corner with some paperwork and wasn't even grumbling about having to do payroll. His staff gave him a wide berth, except to occasionally drop off a cup of coffee or offer him a sandwich. It seemed like everyone was hyperaware of his situation and mood, and handling him with kid gloves.

It kinda pissed him off.

"Shouldn't some of you be arguing about something stupid?" he finally asked. "Or writing weird messages on the specials board or building a fort out of frozen beef or something?"

The staff was sure they had no idea what he was talking about.

Today's special
Catch of the day!
Cajun-style blackened red snapper

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

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!]

bookbeltof_love

Pajama Prom was, clearly, the best prom theme!

And, if not, it was at least one that was both incredibly playing with the island's sheer devotion and undying love for blanket forts and pillows and stuffed toys just made for cuddling!

Really, aside from the glitter and the food, student council had barely had to do any set up! The island had been deeply obliging for what the signs that were positively drenched in glitter declared was:

WELCOME TO PAJAMA PROM 2020

Hope your pajamas are safe for everyone to look at because if you're wearing anything else, well, you're dreadfully overdressed!

[Pajama it up, y'all!

Arrive & Mingle | Photographer | Food & …Punch? | Dance Floor! | Shadowy… Corners? | Chaperones? | Prom Court! | OOC]

notarockharpist

Yasha hadn't intended to go out today and end up with ice cream, for the record; she'd just been out wandering around the town when she realized an older ~~NPC~~ man kept eyeing her with nervous suspicion, from the other side of the street. And, well, she was used to people giving her that sort of look, but she didn't especially enjoy it.

So, rather than pretend to ignore that apprehensive look any longer, she just ducked into the nearest store entrance to get out of his line of sight, not paying any attention to the sign, and ended up startling the poor employee behind the counter badly with her abrupt entrance. Combined with ... yeah. It was probably the part where a tall musclebound woman carrying a giant sword had come barging through the front door, without preamble and with a slightly frantic expression on her face, that had done that. Then in her efforts to keep him from freaking out and also sort of apologize for scaring him in the first place, Yasha finally blurted out, "Listen, what's the biggest, weirdest thing on your menu? Just -- just give me that. Please? Okay."

... which was how she came to be sitting here, staring at the Skywalker Special in front of her, sampling a little bit of each flavor, and kind of wishing Jester could be here to appreciate this giant sugary monument. She was going to get pictures of it, at least, now that she had the hang of using the camera on her phone. Not that she knew how to actually get them to Jester short of turning up in person, but trying to puzzle out how she'd make that work should keep her thoughts nice and occupied for a while, right?

[OOC: ... idk. Still trying to, like, jumpstart myself, I guess? Post open, usual SP disclaimers apply.]

okteiviakom

Octavia still wasn't sure when she'd become a person who made plans with people - especially casual plans that had nothing to do with weapons or fighting of any kind. But this week she was glad for it, because distractions were a welcome thing, and so here she was, at the Perk to meet up with Magnus.

The barista that had the biggest problem with her did not seem to be at work today, so she was able to get her peppermint mocha without incident. Thankfully. Afterwards, she took a seat by one of the windows, perfect for watching the street.

[ooc: Octavia's primarily here for one, but the post is a classic open Perk post!]

okteiviakom

There was a ritual to preparing for battle. Putting on armor, applying stark dark lines of face paint, checking weapons. Octavia had done all of these things before heading outside for the second time today - she'd gone out earlier and promptly turned back for more weapons as soon as the reality of the situation had dawned on her - and she'd practically reveled in them. In her own, quiet way.

Yesterday, she'd shied away from mirrors because of the extreme radiation burn that had taken up most of one side of her face in her reflection.

Today, Octavia felt alive.

Today, she was patrolling the streets. Just like normal, except with more of a sense of purpose. As evidenced by the bright orange spatter on one side of her face, marring the edges of her warpaint, she'd already disposed of a couple of clowns by now, and she had no intention of stopping.

Sometimes, she dragged the tip of her sword behind her against the cobblestones as she walked, metal clanging against stone, calling clowns right to her.

Stealth was no good when you were out for blood.

[ooc: SO OPEN.]

bigdamnprincipal

This year, the folks at the Student Council had decided on a Homecoming theme of cyberpunk fairytales - with all the creepy stuff going on, a positive, brighter spin on the genre would surely be appreciated, right? Neon-painted billboards of castles and princesses covered the walls, next to glitter-covered robots (because there always needed to be glitter) wearing bright translucent dresses and leather jackets.

The creepy paintings didn't really take away from the effect, especially since they'd been covered in glitter too. Take that, island!

bigdamnprincipal

Although it was definitely getting to be fall, the decent weather was still holding out, and the sun was shining brightly over the setup for the Homecoming Carnival. The Student Council had managed to clear the space for all the booths and games, but once everything was set up, there were still black cats all over the place.

Hopefully, they wouldn't get too close to the dunk tanks, or there would be some angry wet kitties running around.

[OCD is up! Food and Drink | Tables | Rides | Games | OOC | The First Post]

bigdamnprincipal

Although it was definitely getting to be fall, the decent weather was still holding out, and the sun was shining brightly over the setup for the Homecoming Carnival. The Student Council had managed to clear the space for all the booths and games, but once everything was set up, there were still black cats all over the place.

Hopefully, they wouldn't get too close to the dunk tanks, or there would be some angry wet kitties running around.

[OCD is up! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossings | OOC | The Second Post]

magnusrushesin

Since it was Octavias first birthday celebration that Magnus was aware of, he was gonna make sure it was fun.

That translated to a big ol' bonfire, food supplied by someone not him, and a selection of drinks.

Also, s'mores. Very important, the s'mores.

Now all he had to do is take out his stone of farspeech and send a text... "Birthday cake emoji, birthday cake emoji, Octavia's birthday party at the palm tree emoji beach exclamation point exclamation point. Done."

[open party post! Handwave that text invite!]

throughaphase

Kitty had expected Fandom's little event to flip sometime soon, but she had not expected that it would be today. So it just happened to be lucky that she and Tony had already planned this, in case people needed it.

And she was privately celebrating the hell out of the fact that this one missed her for once. This one never skipped her! Was it because she had a kid? ~~It actually was.~~ Did she have to keep having them to ensure she missed this one? She was good with the one she had but she'd considered it for maybe a whole three seconds!

Anyway, there was an all-ages game night party, set up in the back room, with posters stuck up around town earlier in the day to advertise and a sign on the door inviting people in. There were drinks and food and a Tino at the bar, and considering this week, the people of Fandom deserved some fun.

[Welcome to game night! D&D is totally happening in this post, open to all!]

okteiviakom

Magnus had been inclined to spar even in his current form (and maybe even because of it?) and Octavia wasn't really the type to turn that down when there weren't enough opportunities for it on the island as it was.

She'd also picked the place, so now they were in the woods, in the preserve. She'd say it was because the beach had a potential porg issue. But, really... It was kind of because of the way Magnus looked right now, with his braids and his new undercut. That seemed to call for being surrounded by trees.

Sometimes, she'd take any chance she could to feel at home.

"Are you sure about this?"

[ooc: Octavia's here for one, but the post is open for other preserve stuff!]

okteiviakom

Mondays could feel very much like Mondays, sometimes, even for people like Octavia who'd never had much reason to think all days of the week weren't created equal. Maybe it was just because she'd slept like shit last night, tossing and turning and just generally unable to stop her mind from looping in on itself with cyclical thoughts of the ground, of space, of people left behind.

The price for having actually thought about her past a little bit lately was that sometimes she couldn't stop even when she wanted to.

So she'd got up early and gone on her usual patrol of the island. And it had done what it was supposed to, which was to clear her head a little and give her room to breathe. The sun had come up during her trek, but it still wasn't very late in the morning at all by the time she'd circled back to the Perk for a PSL. Usually, she would've gone back to the apartment for coffee, but... She felt like she had to give the claustrophobia of the night a little longer to pass. And so instead, she took a seat by the window.

And then immediately realized she didn't really know how you were really supposed to be in coffee shops, alone. Every other ~~NPC~~ customer seemed to be on their phones, but she hadn't taken Bellamy's with her because -- well, because that just wasn't the kind of thing that really occurred to her. Until just now. So guess she was just going to watch the street while she drank her coffee, maybe in bigger gulps that was really necessary or even smart.

She should've brought a book.

[ooc: Post is open for all your morning coffee/Octavia needs!]

okteiviakom

Octavia did not own an umbrella.

That had never been a problem before, but this morning was different. This morning, she'd spent the first twenty minutes of her shift in the back room, trying to clean Jello from her hair and her clothes. She'd only been about half successful, which meant that she was doomed to feeling gross and sticky for the rest of the day.

And that was when the calls started coming in.

About half of them were people trying to order roses, which seemed to have all vanished from the store today. Because irony, or something.

And yeah, big surprise, the other half of the calls were people who suddenly wanted to get deliveries for the things they'd said they were going to come pick up themselves when they'd ordered.

Octavia was going to go buy an umbrella once her shift was over.

[ooc: Open!]

betterthanaplan

Another Tuesday, another yoga lesson on the beach. Duke set up and started stretching out -- only to pause mid-upward dog when a little pear shaped, beakless bird thing hopped up on the end of his mat and gave him an enormous, wet-eyed coo.

". . . The fuck are you?" Duke asked. "Some kind of mutant penguin?"

The bird thing started trying to eat his mat.

[Tuesday morning yoga is open!]

intotheout

StuCo had been busy since folks had last left the park. What had been a very nice glittery picnic had been transformed into a (glittery) fallstravaganza, full of scarecrows and decorative gourds. Crisp, brightly colored leaves covered the ground, despite the still mostly green ones still clinging to the actual trees. The scent of melted butter and warm spices filled the air. They'd somehow even managed a corn maze, despite the distinct lack of anything resembling a corn field having been in the park before.

There were pumpkins literally everywhere.

The weather was threatening to top 90°F, but StuCo didn't care. It was fall dammit!

[OCD is up! Have at ye!]

built_fjord_tough

Fjord's only real regret about working at Caritas was that generally he was expected to be on his best behavior. Fortunately, he'd gotten a lot of his anxiety about this weekend out of his system yesterday while swinging a hammer, which meant today he was just sort of flat about this whole visitors from off the island thing. Not that he was dreading meeting anybody's guests (although, yes, he sort of was that too), but the knowledge that he wouldn't have anybody here to visit him rubbed at him strangely.

It had been a while since the days he had nobody he could at least hope for a check-in from. Sure, he had friends on the island, but coming to the bar for a drink on a Friday night hardly counted as going out of their way for his sake. And he wasn't going to let himself even flirt with the thought that Vandran might come strolling through that door to clap him on the shoulder and tell him that he better be reaching to pour him a drink or something. Hell, at this point he'd even take Jester, and he'd only known Jester for a week or so before the island had grabbed him.

Ah well. Potentially serving drinks to other people's guests would have to do.

... Not yours, Tino.

[OOC: Open!]

okteiviakom

Octavia felt surprisingly okay today. She hadn't drunk enough for a hangover last night, and she had some plans on the horizon, some vague and some more concrete and immediate. So, she felt... okay. Which was kind of an unfamiliar feeling, after the last while.

So of course there was an excess of roses at Covent Garden today, as if someone had put an extra 0 or possibly even two at the end of whatever the store had meant to order, and now they were everywhere, dozens of them in all possible colors. Some even had glitter on them, which Octavia continued to find really ridiculous. Even though it was pretty when it caught the light, yes, because the flower was pleasing enough in its own right, and it just seemed wasteful.

Anyway. Eventually, she put a sign up on the window:

FREE ROSE WITH EVERY PURCHASE
or buy a dozen for $5

There, now she'd done something about the rose deluge.

[ooc: Open!]

newroutines

Mike was normal this weekend.

Caritas, however, was not. There was a weird vibe happening tonight. The zombies were playing moody music, and the few ~~NPC~~ patrons already around seemed to all be eyeing each other suspiciously. It felt like something was brewing, and Mike wasn't sure what, but it didn't seem like anything good.

Still, maybe it'd be entertaining, if nothing else.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Whiskey
seriously that's it

[ooc: Come get your bar brawls on! And then get teleported into the duck pond, natch.]

texted3times

Eric was used to being feared. He liked being feared. He'd been a vampire for close to 2000 years!

So spending a week as a plastic potato with FANGS was not fearsome. At all. And Eric had spent the last week ~~sulking about it~~ brooding over it.

Fortunately, he'd come up with an amazing solution to reinforcing his awesomeness and simulateous need to be feared: an axe-throwing section attached to the club.

"Now the DJs will stop playing ABBA," he said pointedly at the DJ as he threw an axe straight into the center of the target. "Or face consequnces."

There was a new sign up on the door:

COME THROW AXES!
(NOT AT EACH OTHER*)

*Exceptions may be made. Inquire with management BEFORE attempting murder.

magnusrushesin

You know what day it was? It was PSL day.

Which might not mean much to everyone, but Magnus was super down with his ridiculous drink and went off island as soon as he woke up in order to get his overly sweet latte fix.

He took a seat on one of the park benches with the largest size drink that Starbucks could legally provide him with. Because he was gonna get just jacked on that sugar while watching the birds with Stephven. Don't you judge how he spent his off weeks.

[Open park!]

okteiviakom

This week still wasn't over. In fact, it seemed to just get more confusing as the days wore on, and Octavia was so, so tired of it. And frustrated, in more ways than just the obvious. And given... just about everything about her, she really only knew of one thing to do: and that was to call up Magnus and meet up on the beach.

With weapons.

So here she was, for the second time this week, on the beach with her sword. And some knives. Waiting.

Pacing a little.

[ooc: Open, O is primarily here for the one mentioned but you can catch her before then if you'd like!]

notallbluemonks

So, as Beau discovered shortly after arriving at work (almost on time, even, go her), the whole bottled water situation was going to be a bit of a problem today. Sure, it was great if you were into hot chocolate and all, but that really wasn't the optimal beverage to have after a good workout.

Which explained the "JUST USE THE FOUNTAIN" sign written in blue marker next to the cooler at the front desk, probably, scrawled in heavy block letters that somehow managed to ooze annoyance.

It probably also explained Beau grumbling under her breath all the while she was pummeling the hell out of a practice dummy. (Beating up on the dummy itself wasn't exactly unusual for her. The grumbling, on the other hand . . .)

The gym was open for business, but it was probably on the patrons today to be a little more mindful of their own hydration.

magnusrushesin

Magnus had totally promised Octavia a spar earlier in the month, but things got in the way. Mostly timezones and travel, but not for, like, live shows or anything like that.

So he was making up for it today. Today of all days.

Which was why there was a beefy dude with Starbucks waiting around in the park. He'd made a compromise with a Candlelights sweater over his armor. Sleeves ripped off.

It looked ridiculous.

[open post!]

okteiviakom

This time around, Octavia had actually told Bellamy she was going out instead of just sneaking out while he slept!

Well, she'd left him a note.

But it was a good note! And she'd promised to stick to places they'd been last time, and not to fall into the ocean, so he should be good with that, right? Anyway, she'd headed to ther park, and the park was probably going to be fine. Parks were parks, they weren't dangerous. And, she'd even worn a coat for this - a coat that was way too big for her, a coat where she kept losing her hands to the length of the sleeves, but a coat all the same. It was annoying, if she was completely honest. But at least she was being responsible, like Bel would want her to be.

And anyway, all of that was forgotten when she came up to pond, and saw the flamingos. Because that caused a lot of wide-eyed staring.

"Oh my God!"

[ooc: Sooo open.]

sharp_man

Anybody walking past Caritas would have spotted a sign out front:

Caritas presents:
THREE-MINUTE DATES

It was written in a calligraphy that was decidedly at odds with the fact that it was done in neon marker on a bar sign.

Inside, tables had been set up throughout the bar, with little candles just a shade nicer than they probably should have been on each one. The zombies were wearing pinstripes (except for the drummer, who was inexplicably wearing a bowtie) and playing their way through a collection of swing music. On the bar were an assortment of snacks, mostly nice cheeses and crudités, with slices of good, crusty baguette.

At eight o'clock sharp, Hannibal took to the stage in front of the band and nodded to the assorted guests. He was dressed in a lovely burgundy and red plaid three-piece suit with a pink shirt and blue paisley tie and pocket square. Somehow, it worked on him.

"Welcome to Caritas this evening, and thank you to the staff for hosting us. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter, and tonight we are hosting three-minute dates. I hope that many of you will be participating. I am obliged on behalf of myself and this establishment to advise you that we are not liable for any inconvenience or damage you may incur. Hopefully those will both be kept to a minimum, however. Rude behavior is frowned upon." That was a mild but serious look he was giving you all preemptively.

"This is an opportunity for you to meet and make friends, and perhaps spark something more. It will work like this: I will announce pairs of people. You will go to the tables indicated and meet, and you will have three minutes to introduce yourselves and do whatever you like, within the bounds of legality and public decency. Then the band here," he gestured at the zombies, "will begin to play, and you will wrap things up before I announce the next pairings. You will each have five dates. Should you wish to spend more time together, the bar will remain open afterward, and we encourage you to remain and mingle."

He smiled and spread his hands. "Please, enjoy."

[Each date is five comments per person; if you need one or two to wrap things up, that's cool, too, but keep it short in the spirit of things. Regular bar post for post-3MD mingling should be up Saturday, but this is going up early for great timezone justice.]

~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up! Have at!

okteiviakom

So maybe Eddie hadn't been wrong about the 'regret' part of the jello shot ingredient list. Octavia had over-indulged, and now she was paying for it with a massive headache and an unwillingness to look at some of the brighter flowers directly. Which was difficult, because she needed to use some of them for the arrangement she was working on. Very, very slowly working on.

Also the smell of the store was just... How had she never really noticed before how strong it was?

Still, in a roundabout way, she welcomed the suffering. It was a nice change from the more mental types of anguish she'd been stuck with for the past couple of weeks. She was uncomfortable, but at least the bodily discomfort kept her focus on the here and now.

Covent Garden Flowers was open. Please refrain from making loud noises. (Magnus, this means you.)

[ooc: Open! But SP-y because I'm traveling today.]

notallbluemonks

Right, so. Ten minutes ago Beau had been contending with a hangover in some tiny podunk town, a few days’ travel south of Trostenwald on the Amber Road, when she'd caught a glimpse of two figures robed in the all-too-familiar blues and greys of the Cobalt Soul. And the hell with that, she wasn’t going back to the monastery, not now, so she'd ducked into a side alley, reasonably sure she’d managed it without them noticing.

She'd been crouched behind a stack of crates with the smell of pretty shitty but pretty strong beer (meant for the tavern around the corner, probably) wafting off of them, trying to listen for any signs that the monks on her trail were sniffing around too close for comfort. Also, thinking about how she'd drink this beer anyway because she figured she'd get too drunk to care about the taste before long.

Just listening. And waiting. And getting a hell of a cramp in her left leg from being squashed into a tiny dark corner and trying not to move at all.

Then suddenly, the noises from the tavern and the passing horse-drawn cart were just gone, and the slightly mildewy scent of the alley was swept away by a light . . . breeze? A breeze with an odd, completely unfamiliar salty tang to it?

Wait, what?

The crates she was crouched behind no longer smelled like beer either, and when she stepped out of the alley it was into what looked like a row of the weirdest fucking warehouses she'd ever seen.

“The fuck?”

This didn't look like any place she'd ever seen in the Dwendalian Empire. The architectural style was . . . varying degrees of wildly off, for one, and then there was the ocean? Which she had never seen before in her life? Yeah. Definitely not the landlocked Empire. Beau rubbed at the back of her head, used her staff to lever herself to her feet, and set off down the completely unfamiliar street just to try and figure out where the hell she was. And how she'd gotten here without even moving from her spot.

Figured. Run away from the Cobalt Soul, still get stuck asking the deep-ass questions, even if they were way more literal in this context. On the upside, it was probably going to be a hell of a lot harder for the monks to track her down now.

By the time Beau was approaching the park, though, she hadn’t gotten closer to any answers or gained any clarification whatsoever, so . . .

“The fuck?”

This was going to be a theme for a while.

[[Post is absolutely open! Usual SP disclaimer applies. Please forgive my lack of icons; it's a thing.]]

okteiviakom

Octavia should've been doing better by now.

For the most part, she even was. If only because she'd learned over the years to repress the hell out of things. Hide crap away even from herself because there were more pressing concerns to deal with. Of course, that was harder here. On the Ark, it had been a question of living in cramped quarters and not wanting to upset her mom and Bellamy. On the ground, it had been about focusing on survival.

And here...

Here, she was free to roam, food was bountiful, and the environment wasn't actively trying to kill her. It meant it was much harder to focus on things outside herself, to keep from spending too much time mulling over her feelings. But she was trying.

You know. Like nice, stable people did.

Covent Garden Flowers was open, and Octavia was working on another completely ridiculous flower arrangement.

[ooc: Open!]

always_someone

The weather was still holding out for the weekend, decently warm with a few clouds here and there in the sky, and the weekend itself was coming to a close. Your illustrious Student Council had gone through the paces of organizing a brunch so that Fandomites could have one more day of school-provided quality time with their visitors, and so three were tables out with all manner of food provided, for folks of all dietary needs.

Don't worry, students. Things that weren't necessarily safe for human consumption had been clearly marked as such.

mages_suck

The island was calm. The people here were calm. It was weird, after being in a high-tension environment for most of his life. Fenris sought the unacknowledged comfort of trees. The bench was unoccupied, the ducks unspoken to.

He smirked a little. "Hello, ducks. Where's your human friend?"

The ducks didn't answer. He hadn't truly expected them to.

The bench was unoccupied, but why sit on a bench when that tree right there had a branch that begged? Catching it, he pulled himself up and took a seat. Leaning against the trunk, he pulled one leg up and let the other hang free.

[Open! Brooding McElfEars is in the tree looking elvish af.]

spectre_alenko

Feeling rebellious after successfully ditching half a week at the new school, Kaidan did what all teenage rebels do - he threw a rager.

For a definition of 'rager' that equaled 'bought a bunch of sodas, threw them in a cooler, set up a bunch of snacks in the big game room, and hoped people would come by'.

The raven had once again flown in like it owned the place, yelled at him for a few minutes, and took up its customary place on the front desk.

Kaidan had taken up position in the large game room, sprawled on the couch. Since nobody else was there yet, he fired up the Sims 3 and began working on some interpersonal relationships in his town.

Yes, the teenage boy was making couples 'WooHoo' until exhaustion.

Description of CIC here.

[ooc: Open, no OCD. If you've been invited, come on in. If you haven't been invited, come on in. Bored awkward teenager onboard.]

deaddadsclub

The staff at the Perk all groaned at Cristina as she came in. Cristina was unphased.

"Look, I'm giving you an opportunity to make up for that travesty you tried to serve me in the park yesterday," she said. "I'm doing you a favor."

And then she promptly tipped them all an almost obscene amount. You had to balance out your snark with cash if you didn't want bodily fluids in your coffee, after all. And doctors thrived on coffee. Even when they had almost nothing to do 90% of their time.

Cristina sipped her latte, made several approving noises to let the staff know they'd done good this time, and went to go find herself a seat and read some medical journals. Just because she was exiled to Magical Podunk, Maryland didn't mean she couldn't keep up with the latest research. She wanted to keep her mind sharp for when she eventually woke up from this coma, or whatever it was.

[open!]

okteiviakom

Perhaps Octavia ought to have brought something other than her sword to the beach today. She was aware that people sometimes sparred with weapons made of wood, or ones that were otherwise made less harmful. But Octavia had never owned anything like that. And even if she had, there wasn't a chance in Hell that the island would've actually let her bring it with her.

Also she wasn't all that interested in things that weren't harmful, anyway.

So she was standing on the beach with her sword in its scabbard at her back, looking out towards the water while she waited for Magnus to show up. Time to see who could knock who off their feet.

[ooc: O is primarily here for the one mentioned, but feel free to catch her before he arrives! Otherwise, open place in town is open.]

okteiviakom

As a kid up on the Ark, Octavia had longed to be allowed to see space. To just be able to look out into the vastness of it, not even to see a moonrise (although she'd longed to see that, too) but just to be able to see -- it. Space. The thing her mother and her brother had both tried to explain to her while they'd kept her from it.

Then she'd seen it, and it had been everything she'd wanted it to be. For the brief moment it had lasted.

But that day was long since gone. She'd come down to the ground, and then she'd come here. And the ocean seemed to answer a similar kind of longing in her, now. It was vast and dark and something she didn't fully know or even understand.

There was an ache in her chest she didn't want to look at too closely. So she was sitting on the sand, watching the water. Occasionally throwing stones into the ocean.

Some of them got thrown a little more aggressively than others.

[ooc: Open place in town is open, as is this post!]

okteiviakom

The holiday from hell was officially over.

Oh, sure, there were still heart-shaped decorations around, but Octavia was spending some of her shift gathering those up and putting them away. And good riddance to them. The only other Valentine's Day related thing she'd had to deal with so far was when someone called and asked if they had post-holiday discounts on any flowers.

People were weird.

[ooc: Open!]

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