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Atton had gone for a walk, as he did almost every night here, now. Alone with his thoughts, and the quieting life of town. But then he'd seen the lights at Caritas, felt the tell-tale bustle of Three Minute Dates, and he'd just... kept going.

He hadn't been in the mood for Three Minute Dates in a long time.

(It maybe also wasn't the only thing - or person - that he'd sensed today. And maybe he didn't quite know what to do with that right now, improbably, even though he and Si were on fine terms and he wasn't nearly the mess he'd been the last time he'd stayed in her universe, forever ago as it seemed.)

So instead he found himself at the Park, as he so often did, too. Lingering near the edge, by a tree, watching the ducks settle in to sleep, occasionally turning around to see if he could get a glimpse of Caritas.

It had been, he reflected, a good decision to pick up therapy again last month.

[[ expecting one, but open ]]

needsacatchphrase

Well, Tino was all set up, thinking he was going to get some numbers out of the dating event for reasons that Jane couldn't quite suss out.

So she was just going to be at her end of the bar to help out anyone who needed a drink. Tino could deal with the disappointment when people just wanted a drink and to be left alone over on his part of the bar.

notconflicted

And after a couple days of this, Sia was pretty ready to get away from Fandom's weirdness for a while. She was never great at this week, she had absolutely no idea how no idea how she'd gotten through weeks of this multiple times, including last year.

She'd sort of like to get back to work, too, since she'd needed to get out of the hotel and was now spending her morning with a cup of coffee, playing a voicemail repeatedly in case she could hear anything more out of it. Yes, without headphones. As an empress, she got to be that person.

[Open!]

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

craftyladyparts

The problem when you were a workaholic and your best friend was officially your Empress and your boss (well, one third of the boss pool, at least) was that she could actually force you to take the holiday weekend she knew you had been needing for months.

And then before you know it you're spending the weekend in the tiny, weird town you went to high school in and then served as a base for your attempts to find your destroyed universe. And also you seemed to be coming down with something considering how much you were sneezing.

The point is, Jessica made it to the island and needed some coffee, and the Perk was right here by the causeway, so she went straight there for sustenance.

"Earth coffee," she ordered. "I just need some classic bean juice, from this galaxy, to remind me what actual joy tastes like." She was cool with space life. It suited her. But caf was a disgrace. The "feine" was the most important syllable, as it turned out.

Once the barista handed over her drink with a phone number written on the cup, Jessica settled in at a table by the window, took off her space military jacket, and started people watching through the window. And she considered that baristas had apparently gotten a lot more forward since the last time she had been in town.

[OOC: I had a day off planned and a weekend with a little bit of free time, so I figured why not bring Jess back to town for a certain thing happening tomorrow? I'll be in and out a little all day, but please, open for SP!]

texted3times

Look at that, Lucifer! Eric was 1) working on a Saturday night while 2) renting out the back room!

To a bunch of Force-sensitive weirdos in a place where axe throwing was allowed, but DETAILS.

Eric was quite pleased with himself.

(Let's be honest, Eric was generally quite pleased with himself.)

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