[identity profile] xxlstretchpants.livejournal.com
He had intended it to be a quick trip across the country to check out a clinic in Texas but like most things in Bruce's life it had gone awry.

The clinic in question was doing experimental work in treatments for radiation exposure. Unfortunately while it worked well people with normal physiology for Bruce it was a complete flop. Especially since the "doctor" doing these treatments turned out to be using unethical treatments on humans. It had gotten messy at one point and caused the emergence of the "other guy" which led to... Well, more messiness. This of course led to more complications as Bruce's actions had gotten the attention of the military, so the trip back to Fandom had been a slow and cautious one. Crossing over the causeway, Bruce was able to breathe a small sigh of relief. Granted the island was a strange place but it was off the map and hopefully not one easily found. Bruce made his way through town to the Perk, where he settled down with a nice cup of decaffinated tea and his laptop where he started investigating the existence of a certain "swami" in India who was well known for teaching meditative techniques.

And there might have been a brief google search on Betty to see what she might be up to. Shut up. He could do that if he wanted.

(Hiatus? What hiatus? Open!)
[personal profile] electrocynic
There was a pony with a green-white-grey colour scheme and an electrical current symbol for a cutie mark in the park, carefully carrying a lighter and a packet of cigarettes in its mouth. Sarah hadn't wanted to set her flat on fire, thanks. It had seemed like a better idea to head out before even trying to have a smoke. Of course, just trying to get out of MCA, let alone her apartment, had been absolutely bloody ridiculous, but she'd managed. She hadn't even begun to think about how this smoking thing was going to work, though. She'd get to that in good time.

Or right now. She stopped by a bench and carefully dropped the cigarettes and the lighter on it. And now, now she was thinking about her next dilemma.

"... Right."

Glancing around, she wasn't sure anyone would be willing to help a pony smoke, but anyone citing animal cruelty related ethical reasons for not helping was going to get kicked into the pond.

[ooopen!]
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[personal profile] nookiepowered
"Okay, I can accept the Blue Curaçao for Really Strong Guy Who Can Fly because it's the same color as his suit, and the extra-sour Lemon Drops for Bitterwoman, but Ratnipples?"

Tiny just crossed his arms and stared pointedly at the raisin-flavored rum.

Bo crossed her arms right back. Under her breasts because she was not stupid. All advantages should be used, especially in a situation this serious. (Except for the one where she could win this argument boobs down if she used her powers on him, but that would be cheating.) "No. I don't care if George Clooney was in it. There are some adaptations we don't acknowledge exist."

Bo was pleased to see it took Tiny at least twenty seconds to tear his gaze away from her neckline and point to the layered Bailey's-and-Creme de Cacao drink she'd labeled Ferretwoman's Tail.

"The Eartha Kitt one, not the Halle Berry one. Please."

Superhero-Themed Shooters:
$3.50 each or 4 for $12.00.
[identity profile] bluth-illusions.livejournal.com
A sign was posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Tenth Anniversary Edition of
Three Minute Dates at Caritas

hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.


Just before 6:00, the lights went dark and a sole zombie walked out onto the stage and sat down at a piano. The zombie then started playing The Final Countdown, followed by the other zombies, all with violins to join in. And then GOB walked out onto the stage, holding and petting a lovebird. He then released the bird, which flew up toward the ceiling before somehow getting stuck in an air duct.

As GOB went into his spiel about how 3MD was a Fandom institution that he started and how he had brought so much love to Fandom with it and that the tenth annual (he still hadn't figured that part out) edition demanded the respect that a piano and not doing magic ("Unless any of the legal ladies out there want to see me make another lovebird appear," and yes, he was talking about his penis).

Meanwhile, the lovebird was still stuck in the air duct. As air rushed past the bird and into the lounge, some strange pheromones released by the bird were thrown back at the stage, where it reacted with the already strange combination of zombie smell and cologne used to hide the zombie smell on such a classy occasion, somehow generating a powerful love potion that would be making its way into the lounge, affecting people at random for three minutes at a time. Bizarrely, that was exactly how long each of the dates tonight would be.

Sometimes Fandom worked in mysterious ways. Mysteriously sexy ways.

"I call your names, you meet up with each other, talk for three minutes, and then you'll hear the sound of a zombie smashing his hands against a bunch of piano keys. Go ahead and do it," GOB said. The zombie started smashing the keys randomly. One of the other zombies joined in because a band was all about teamwork. "And that's how we start!"

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Lots of OCD coming IS UP. RANDOMLY ASSIGNED LOVE POTION IS MARKED IN THREAD TITLES WITH ONE OF THESE "*" AFTER THE AFFECTED PERSON'S NAME! For example: "Nick* / 3MD Participants" means that I will spend the next three minutes loving everyone who signed up. But not in a dirty way because that would be exhausting and I have a sister among the participants and eww.

Remember that you can also choose to be affected by love potion in any round(s) at your discretion. Also, the love potion can only affect people in the lounge during the dates. People at the bar and on the stage will not be affected. People who are affected will just be incredibly drawn to their date, flirt harder, maybe go for some physical contact more quickly, but they shouldn't necessarily go straight for making out. Unless you choose to have them go for it. The upper limit is player's choice.

As I'm going along, if I made an obvious mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. And remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.

GO FORTH AND PLAY!]
[identity profile] justhisblogger.livejournal.com
... Well. For reasons John would not go into further at present, as they were rather sensitive details with rights to a certain incident in upper Baltimore, Sherlock had to identify a particular brand of pet food. And to identify this, they had to go down to the pet shop, which was, at present, made of gingerbread.

John chose not to question it. It was easier on his sanity.

"So," he asked, flashing the proprietor a brief, nervously placating smile as they went from aisle to aisle, "What kind of cat food are we looking for, and why, exactly?"

He did not expect a particularily extensive answer. Or any answer, really.

[[ john's here for sherlock, but pet shop's a public place! ]]
[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com
Once the feathers had been picked out of her hair and she'd enjoyed a nice hot shower, Quinn realized it was already time to go to work.

Things at the hotel were a little weird; Gunther was flirting outrageously with one maid, while another housekeeper kept making out with an electrician every time she thought no one would miss her.

Slaves to their hormones. Honestly. And, if she thought about it (which she wouldn't), Quinn was a little twitchy herself...

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's specials: Oysters Rockefeller
Chocolate Orgasm Bundt Cake
Free bottle of champagne at suite check-in.

Caritas, Monday

Monday, October 18th, 2010 09:09 am
[identity profile] shagthis.livejournal.com
Jake had not unexpectedly changed genders yesterday, nor had he listened to the radio, so he had no idea that anything was amiss. Mostly, he was just glad to be back in Fandom, and not stealing a dead guy's safe, or dealing with wanna-be rappers/juvenile delinquents (what kind of name was Wiggs Dinner, anyway?), or mixing up pretend drugs in his kitchen to hand over to creepy Russian drug dealers.

Anyway, he was updating Tino on his vacation exploits today. Tino... didn't really care.

[ooc: up early if anyone needs it for genderswitched shenanigans + work hates me. mod tino till 6ish PST.]
[identity profile] colourfulscents.livejournal.com
Well. There had been a mix up in portals that left her spending her week in Vail with the rest of the faculty and students instead of the expected trip back home, and, as a result, Angua wound up coming back the wrong gender, as had several of the other faculty and students. It made one think that, if she'd managed to get to Ankh-Morpork, she'd still have her curves and lumps in all the proper places.

However, she knew there was nothing she could do to change it, so she decided to just head out, enjoy a coffee, and then wait for tomorrow, when she'd hopefully wake up and be back to normal again.

[[ open for all your caffeinated needs! ]]
[identity profile] 3patchproblem.livejournal.com
With nearly everyone out of town, this seemed to be as good a time as any to have a nice cup of coffee. Because it was one of the food groups if you asked Sherlock.

Right up there with nicotine!

Ah, a quiet day with John's laptop--borrowed without permission, of course--and enough coffee to keep him awake for far too long. This was perfect.

[[...sure, open if you're actually around]]
[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com
Quinn had been happy, in the end, to see her mom and Finn. She was also happy they'd made it off the island without having to fight their way through a swarm of bloodsucking hummingbirds, or whatever the island would come up with. And her mom had taken her shopping off the island yesterday, which meant she had some new cute cardigans. Win-win.

Today, she was making sure all the rooms that had been in use over the weekend were nice, spotless, and without any lingering guests who had overstayed their welcome.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials: Southeast Asian Style Turkey Burger
Sesame Coleslaw
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Once the bell or buzzer or windchime or fireball went off for the last time and the dates were all over, Jaina took her place back behind the bar for actual work. Might as well stick around and help out with anyone who wanted to chat with someone they might have clicked with on their dates, or to serve anyone who just wandered in once everything was done.

Tino was also available if anyone needed him. He was dateless enough to do it.


[This is the regular Caritas post after Three Minute Dates (post one and post two). Those who were in the event can use this post to mingle afterward, and the post is totally open for anyone who just wanted to come in and drink regardless of the people flirting with each other in three-minute increments.]
[identity profile] boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com
--she was in the pond, plopped right in before she even knew what was going on. Not even half a second ago, Kūkaku Shiba was kneeing some jerk in the balls, and now she was soaking wet, in the middle of a pond, and not at all happy about it.

"What the--"

[[ expecting a partner in violence, but open park is so totally open for gawking or any other park like needs ]]

Caritas, Tuesday

Tuesday, September 7th, 2010 04:19 pm
[identity profile] shagthis.livejournal.com
Being behind the bar on a Tuesday was so far not all that different from being in front of it.

"Tino, I am warning you, put that away," Jake wagged a finger at him. "That is not workplace approp- oh god, I'll be right back, I need to wash my eyes out with bleach now."

Once he was sure it was safe to return, Jake came back out, although he couldn't stop a little involuntary shudder every time he happened to glance Tino's way.

Caritas was open! ...If slightly disgusted. Gross, Tino.

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