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This was going great! People were interacting, they were beautifying the island to try and attract K.K. Slider's attention, and people were expanding their homes and businesses and making them to their liking! This has turned out to be such a good idea!

Tom Nook and Isabelle were still here (seriously, had they left?) and ready to help you. Did you want to change your home? Want to come up with an island flag? Want to bitch about a resident? They were here for you!

[Open!]

fh_animalcrossing

Town hall might not have looked any different except for an assortment of animals wearing clothes who would wander in or out of the building, or sometimes sit on stools outside eating popsicles.

Which might've been a clue that something was up, if you were one to notice such things.

But if you walked inside, you would immediately find a long counter behind which sat a raccoon and a dog, quietly working as music played in the air, and they'd be so happy to help you! Help you with what, you ask? That's a very good question, take a seat in one of these chairs and let's get started.

[Open!]

fjordicswagger

People were losing their pants. And other clothes. And it was hot.

Tamsin, wearing nothing but her underwear, parked her feet up on her desk. She picked up the letter again.

--the theft of my wardrobe is utterly unacceptable. I suggest you take steps to remedy the current situation. If not, we'll take care of it ourselves--

"Like to see you try, tough guy," she said, and cracked up. She threw the letter back onto the desk. "Hey, what's-her-name! Hurry up, these people aren't going to make fun of themselves!"

Your mayoral system was working as designed.

[[ open ]]

fjordicswagger

"Are they kidding me," Tamsin said flatly.

She stared at the television. Then at the email on her screen. Then back at the television.

"A chemical leak or chemtrails, that's what they're going with."

She sagged back in her chair behind her desk. "... Humans. Guess that saves me hiring an Ortenax or, god forbid, an Addonc to fix this."

[[ can be open ]]

fjordicswagger

"Can anybody tell me anything more about what's going on here?"

Tamsin didn't just call town hall meetings twice in a row for fun, you know. ... Okay, maybe a little. Just to watch the anti-social ones scramble. Whatever. She crossed her arms, surveying the crowd.

"Anyone from the recon team? Anyone who's been sticking their faces in books for the past few days? What are these things, what's happening with the bitey, and who do we need to punch to get out of this mess?" Beat. "Chop chop."

... It was bound to be another informative meeting.

[[ open! ]]

fjordicswagger

"Okay, I don't know if you've all noticed, but there's some bullshit going on."

There was one upside to the current crisis: it took no effort at all to send out a few messages to the right groups, to inspire people to show up. "I hate vampires," she added. "Anyway, we took care of the ones that tried to attack the island yesterday, some people got hurt, blah blah blah, you know how this goes. Except we've got no idea what's going on right now."

Beat.

"And Baltimore's being weird. Sounds obvious to me. So show of hands, who wants to take a trip across the causeway and figure out what's going on here before it becomes even more of a pain in our ass?"

Fandom, your mayor was inspiring.

[[ gather, talk among yourselves, etc. open. ]]

fh_spareparts

The shadows didn't want to budge. They liked it here, and they liked their toys, and maybe they would like to reach out, sometime, and bring in more...

Because the island would let them do that, wouldn't it?

It would be oh-so-cosy.

[[ FINALE POST! ocd up. ]]

fjordicswagger

Tamsin smelled like the sea. No, she didn't want to tell anyone why. It was embarrassing enough.

She hadn't used the radio system to spread the news this time - she had a feeling the newcomers would know to listen for that. Instead, she'd banked on none of them having working phones anymore, and put a message out on the local messageboards.

And the Discord. There was always the Discord.

Now she was waiting none-too-patiently for people to show up.

[[ ocd up! ]]

solarhippie

Yesterday, Karolina had woken up in her office and instinctively known something was wrong.

As a seasoned Fandomite, it had not taken her long at all to figure out exactly what: she'd apparently been a doll for several weeks. Maybe it was the island's way of properly welcoming her back? And, it had been five whole years since that last time she'd been dollified, so maybe it had been time.

Either way... What a damper on her plans to get right to work with the students that had been. Wow.

But now it was Sunday, and even someone as dutiful as Karolina wasn't going to work on a Sunday, especially given that she'd realized she'd entirely missed fall break and the trip that went with it. She wasn't going to admit to being bummed about it, but... She was currently ordering a hot chocolate with all the possible toppings.

So, you know.

"I guess the chocolate sprinkles probably aren't vegan, huh?"

Probably doesn't matter, with all that whipped cream already on there, Kar.

[ooc: Oh so open.]

fjordicswagger

"Okay, what is this nerdy crap?"

The piece of paper in Tamsin's hands was definitely some kind of nerdy crap, she was sure of it. Still, it was their best shot at at least getting the island back to somewhere that had actually decent bars.

She eyed the weird rocks embedded into the wall by Galactica Point. "I always thought some kid with too much time and no basement to fester in had come up with this," she muttered. She glanced over her shoulder at the waiting hordes. "Okay, here we go. Up, up, down, down--"

Oh god. It really was nerdy crap.

[[ ocd is up! have at! new rooms might be added throughout the day, depending. ]]

fjordicswagger

Tamsin had spent most of the past couple of days drinking and yelling at random Americans in the street.

She wasn't surprised by this recent bout of stupidity, but sometimes you had to vent.

... And apparently the island agreed, because she walked into the park that afternoon to find that, improbably, the sun was shining, warm and good and beautiful, down on the park. There was no rhyme or reason for it; everywhere else was cold as hell. But it was nice here.

And there was a large quantity of booze sitting under a tree.

She snagged a bottle, took a swig, turned towards the mainland, and yelled, at the top of her voice...

"SCREW YOU GUYS!"

[[ screw you guys party. open! ]]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Unlike most 3MDs, there didn't seem to be a host. The zombies were just set up, all quiet, when the lights went out.

After a few moments, music started to play. A man's voice started to sing "Ooooooooh" while backing vocals repeated "come on."

The first chorus played before a voice that might have been familiar to longtime residents came up and completely failed to introduce himself. "Welcome to Three Minute Dates. I gave this CD to Tino years ago, just in case this thing I started turned a sexy, legal to drink in the rest of the country 21. In honor of that, have an open bar, courtesy of me, to make sure my name is never forgotten. When somebody reads your names or whatever happens, pair up, get drunk, and let those beer goggles take over for three minutes until this sound plays."

The song cued back up, singing, "You're hopelessly HOPELEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!" It was, perhaps, a mixed message.

"Have fun. And try not to bang too many people at once, like I'm definitely doing right now."

Finally the lights came back on. Jessica turned to Tino at the bar, taking a free drink, and asked, "Who was that?" Tino just shrugged. He clearly knew, but he was admitting to nothing.

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

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

OCD starts now. If I fall asleep before it's done, don't mind me. I'll finish up when I wake up. ETA: That's happening. Final 2 rounds posted when I wake up. Feel free to start on the first 3 rounds now. FINALLY DONE!

If I made a blatant 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. 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 things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

locointhecoco

It was grand opening party time, and Pinkie was about as excited as she'd ever been about anything in her entire life.

That was a lot of excited.

The Pinkie statue outside the store was wearing a three tiered party hat. The pinata facade was wearing an even more tiered party hat that if it was created by anyone other than Pinkie probably would have been a safety hazard. The store was lit up with flashing disco party lights, and hip party music was blasting through strategically placed speakers all around the store. There were party games scattered through out the store, like bobbing for apples (and other more interesting things), pin the tail on the pony, I Never, and Cards Against Humanity. There was a designated glitter corner for those who liked glitter in their parties, and a giant cartoon-logic powered glitter vacuum just outside the glitter corner to ensure that none escaped and ruined the fun times of those who didn't. There was a table up front covered in moddable party treats, like apple cupcakes and croissants and a chocolate fountain. There were sodas and coffees and beer and wine available for sampling, and a whole dining room in the back in case anyone had a hankering for a dinner party. An enormous banner covered the front of the store to advertise the hootenany, with enough balloons to make it seem like the place might take off at any moment, and after dark, a couple of swaying spotlights lit up the sky with Pinkie's silhouette.

Oh, and absolutely everything in the store was 70% off.

When Pinkie had a party, she had a party.

[IT'S PARTY TIME! Open!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica found keys and an ID with an address in her costume last night, which was a little weird. She tracked the place down, found the apartment, and was able to let herself in. She found clothes and a bed to sleep in, a few photos of people who looked kind of familiar, and so many suggestions that she was in the home of an alternate universe version of herself.

So she wasn't going to sweat the clothes or dinner or breakfast too much. Or a lunch out. To be fair, she was just getting a bagel. That was barely anything.

Still, as she sat in J,GoB and looked out into the town, she wondered how exactly the alternate her ended up in a tiny little town like this.

fjordicswagger

"Didn't I give you the day off?"

Tamsin could distinctly remember giving Bright Eyes the week off, actually.

"Oh, no, no no no," Bright Eyes said, enthusiastically picking through stacks of paperwork. "No, no, no, we can't have that."

Tamsin pulled a face. "Well, can you at least have a day out of my office? Shoo. Go work at home."

Bright Eyes clutched the paperwork to her breast. (Several sheets of it fell to the floor.) "... Can I keep this?"

"Just get out of my sight," Tamsin sighed, and sank further into her chair.

[[ expecting one, but open! ]]

imafuturist

After a second and decidedly more private funeral in the Arctic, Tony was back on island. This time there wasn't any music to distract him, which wasn't nearly as fun. But hey, thems the breaks.

He took a seat on one of the park benches, watching the birds eye him with disdain over his lack of bread. Still oddly preferable to going back to the lab for the moment. He just needed to breathe fresh air and he could back at it. Sure.

[open because I'm mean to this sad sack of guilt]

fjordicswagger

Where had the staff come from? Nobody knew. But sometime at six in the morning, a group of people arrived in the park and immediately spread out over the premises, constructing a bunch of nondescript stands at a rapid pace. They set out cheap soft drinks on the picnic tables, put up some large banners, cleaned the place up and scared off a few errant flamingoes.

By seven, they had once again dispersed.

FANDOM EXPOSITION, read the large banner at the entrance to the park. MARKET! SHOPPING! FUN! (fun not guaranteed)

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! | stalls | picnic area | rest of the park | ooc ]]

fjordicswagger

"I'm not going to inspect the campground, Bright Eyes," Tamsin said, glaring at her. "I've done enough in the great outdoors in my life. I'm not going anywhere without running water again."

Bright Eyes clacked her tongue. "But our previous inspection crews already found that there is running water in the mountain range restrooms--"

"And we've send a ton of inspection crews," Tamsin said, pointing at her with a pen. "See? Another good reason why I don't need to go over there."

"But tradition--"

"We've got tradition on this island?"

Bright Eyes sighed. "I'll go myself and see how the students are settling in?"

"Much better," Tamsin said, sitting back.

[[ open! ]]

throughaphase

It'd been a while since the last adult party, and Tamsin had been all on board with the drinking game part of it, so tonight that's what was happening. Posters had ~~handwavily~~ been put up around town, and the back room had been set up for anyone who wanted to come in and get their drink on.

...In the company of other people playing dumb games and socializing. You could totally still get your drink on at the bar, too, but what was the fun in that?

[I said I'd do it. Party on, Wayne!]

throughaphase

It'd been a little slow, so Kitty was trying to figure out how to get more people in the doors. It'd been a while since they'd had a good party here? So today was mostly being spent checking dates and maybe checking themes on Pinterest. Shhh, it was inspiration.

fjordicswagger

The bulky booze reserves Tamsin had reeled in during their last stop had no real end in sight. So great was their wealth that this time around, they'd actually just put wine and beer barrels out to function as tables across the community center.

The decorations were nice, though. Just a dusting of gold and blue glitter, nice tablecloths, and a wide selection of food. That was all you needed, right?

[ocd up!| Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Food/Open Bar | Dance Floor | Dark Corners | OOC]]

fjordicswagger

A new Friday, a new change of scenery. Tamsin had hoped for somewhere else that stocked booze, but thankfully, she'd had the foresight of getting a whole bunch of it from the Restaurant before they moved this morning.

It was Friday evening, and Mobius's sun hung low in the sky, but it was warm, and there were birds chirping as they flew past Fandom's dome. Perfect atmosphere or whatever. There were large, glittery umbrellas dotting the sand for effect, a bunch of chairs and tables arranged just a few feet away from the sandy parts of the beach, and a few grills were cooking away meat and veggies for the incoming guests.

Fandom beach party. This would definitely end well.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]]

fjordicswagger

"We're parked across the Restaurant at the End of the Universe," Tamsin said, sighing. She had her chin cushioned on her hand, and her elbow cushioned on a giant stack of paperwork. "How am I still bored?"

"You don't have to be," Bright Eyes said, her eyes feverishly bright with the remains of last night's hangover. "I just got some new paperwork in from--"

"I don't want to know," Tamsin said flatly.

"--but it's the sew--"

"It's another set of paperwork. I know. Put it with the rest." Like that was going to cure her ennui.

Bright Eyes cleared her throat. "Ma'am," she said, shoulders set and resolute, "It's about the alligators in the sewer."

Tamsin sat up. "Again?"

Ugh. Bright Eyes nodded, winced, put the paperwork down, and scarpered to the toilet to get a painkiller. "Stupid alligators," Tamsin muttered, grabbing the papers quick.

[[ open! ]]

vdistinctive

The cook and the dishwasher were both only wearing aprons when Eliot came into work, today.

"You guys realize that we got all the clothes back this morning, right?" he asked.

"You're in here naked all the time," said the dishwasher. "And covered in meat."

"That was one time," Eliot said. "And I'd literally just turned back human after being a wolverine for a week."

The cook shrugged. "One time, all the time, half of one, six dozen of the other."

"Get dressed," Eliot said. "Now."

Today's specials
Luke's presents: meatless Monday!
Eggplant parmesiana sandwich
Falafel sandwich with sesame mint yogurt sauce
Aaloo paratha

Luke's was open.

nookiepowered

Tamsin	"So," Tamsin said flatly, staring at the geeky-ass control room spread out under the island, "You nerds sent my island into space." She had said this at least once before, but it was worth mentioning again. "How do we get it out of space?"
Bo	"And officially transferred to your ownership so you have to pay the property taxes?" Bo asked. "Or should we just concentrate on the space part for now?"
Zoe	"In our defense, the island sent itself into the air. We just... increased the elevation, for the greater good," Zoe said, trying not to smirk. "I'm sure the controls to send it back to sea level are here somewhere."

( Suuuuuuuuuure they are. )

Meanwhile, up above...

The island jerked away from its orbit around Earth, pausing comically in the middle of space for several long, uninterrupted seconds. Then there was a flash. A big flash. It zapped right out of its old space, and reappeared somewhere else - in the center of an entirely different kind of grand expanse. It was a lake, sort of, but it barely resembled its usual anchoring point.

In fact, the substance itself couldn't even be called water: it was chocolate. A large expanse of chocolate, which washed up against the dome surrounding the island every now and again, splattering little brown flecks all over it. The top of the dome opened up, letting the fresh oxygen in, but the walls stayed up just far enough to stop the chocolate from running into the waters of the beach and docks.

The Causeway dropped down onto a cobblestone path. ... No, wait. Not cobblestone. Lemon drops. It was made of lemon drops. The surrounding green wasn't actually grass, either: it was apple-flavored marshmallow. The path led into a small village not far away. Large lollipops lined the entrance, while the skyline appeared to be comprised of a combination of chocolate bars, gummy bears and hard candy. A small brook made entirely of caramel flowed gently from the edge of town over into the licorice hills further away.

Welcome to Candyworld, Ltd, everyone.

[OOC: feel free to use the comments for your reactions and early explorations!]

imafuturist

( Alien Queens really liked Tony. It was a thing. )

[What? I amuse myself ~~sometimes~~ all the time.]

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

Kenzi was in here relatively early for work, blowing up extra balloons, and occasionally inhaling helium to squeak at Tino and freak him out.

Specials
Bourbon and Blood Orange Blast
White Sangria

And because there were still small and/or underage children on the island:

Milkshakes - name your own - $1 for anyone under 12

[ooc: up early by request - birthday party for Eliot!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica had been back in Fandom for just over a year now. Since the day she missed the destruction of her world by helping to prevent a completely unrelated multiversal calamity, she had been through so much. Half-eaten by a vampire who drained her energy. Defeating then losing an elder God. Making new friends and seeing old ones off. Meeting God-King Doom mask to mask and surviving. Renovating the jail cells to handle just about anything. She had even had private time with a woman, something friends of hers probably would have applauded if they hadn't been destroyed, horribly.

In the past year, she lost everything, rebuilt, and met her true potential on several levels. She was in a good place now.

And that's why it was so effing annoying that the wind stole her jacket, shirt, and (most impressively) bra and she was walking into the trooper station with only shamrocks covering her upper anatomy. "Ralph, I need a shirt," she said.

One year, she though as she caught the standard trooper top. One freaking year.

throughaphase

In less than 20 days, Kitty was going to be a married woman. That part wasn't what freaked her out, it was just that it still seemed like there was so much to do and the deadline to get it all done was so close.

So the bar had been taken over by all things wedding while Kitty texted people to finalize this thing or that thing, and Tino tried to stay clear in case he ended up being wrangled into making table numbers or whatever.

[I have internet again!!!]

fjordicswagger

"Bright Eyes?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"I need a list of all the paperwork due by the end of the month."

"... are you su--"

"Did I stutter? Get!"

No, Tamsin didn't technically need that paperwork, but you know what? She was in a mood. She wanted to have everything straight. And most importantly, she wanted Bright Eyes out of her hair, where the woman had been for the past three days over some customs thing with this Cyseal place or whatever. Ugh.

She poured herself an extra cup of coffee to congratulate herself on handling it, then sank back in her chair.

[[ open! ]]

fjordicswagger

"Uuuuuugh."

Bright Eyes was looking particularly skittish today, which probably had a lot to do with how Tamsin had been taking her frustration out on the staff all day. Or maybe she'd just had too much coffee that morning. You never knew, with Bright Eyes.

One thing one might know, however, was how Tamsin had been dealing with this 'return of the sex pollen' bull otherwise: the Mayor's office was covered in little origami cranes. Many of them seemed to have suffered terrible fates, with half of them crammed into other origami cranes and the rest lying in an ever-growing pile of death near the trash can.

"Remind me again why it isn't legal to order 'Dite's to have a sale?" she barked at the door.

Bright Eyes jumped and bustled off to the bathroom.

[[ open! ]]

halfaclink.livejournal.com

Over by the front door was a sign reading:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Earlier in the evening there was general milling about and Tino serving drinks and such, but then, just before 8, music swelled.

( I accidentally wrote an intro song for Frank to sing oops. )

"Now hit the gong, I'll be at the bar!"

A gong sounded - just as it would at the end of all rounds - as Frank left the stage with two empty glasses in his place.

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

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself. Any dates where Randy the RNG Love Potioned you has an asterisk (*) next to your name in the subject line. Everyone who opted in has TWO RNGed Love Potion Rounds, but ALL PEOPLE are welcome to use the love potion in more rounds if they would like, whether you asked for love potion in the signups or not.

~~Starting the OCD!~~ HAVE AT IT.

If I made a blatant 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.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

fjordicswagger

Right. Tamsin had spent the past hour or three killing things in front of the community center. It was getting old.

Luckily for her, she still had the megaphone.

"HEY!" she barked. "ANYBODY WHO WANTS THIS STUPID BRAIN-SQUEEZER TO GO AWAY AND CAN KICK SOME ASS, GET OUT HERE."

This also alerted every monster in the general area, but she didn't care.

"IF YOU CAN'T KICK SOME ASS, BUT YOU KNOW SOME CHILDREN WHO LOVE CHRISTMAS OR WHATEVER, OR YOU KNOW HOW TO PARTY, MAKE SURE YOU GET TO THE COMMUNITY CENTER BRIGHT AND EARLY TOMORROW."

She lowered the megaphone and cleared her throat. Loudly.

"OKAY, NOW LET'S MAKE THIS TOWN SAFE."

[[ FIGHTY POST! ~~hold on for the~~ ocd up! ]]

suitably_heroic

The mayor had ordered anyone who liked party planning to the community center to, well, plan a party.

Just to make that point clear, she'd also pasted a giant sheet of paper on the front door, with the specific text from Special Collections photocopied up top, and a message underneath:

WE NEED TO WARD THIS STUFF OFF WITH A PARTY
A KID'S CHRISTMAS PARTY
MAKE IT GOOD
(DON'T SKIMP ON THE BOOZE)

[[ for team party planning! ~~wait for the~~ ocd up. ]]

fjordicswagger

So, hey. Turned out the nerds actually got something figured out. Normally Tamsin would've used the PA system, or something, but that would've required Bright Eyes' help, and Bright Eyes was currently curled up in the closet somewhere.

Tamsin reached into the closet, right past Bright Eyes' head, grabbed a megaphone and a large sword, and ducked back out. Then she took to the streets, turning the megaphone up to full blast.

"HEY! ISLAND! THE RESEARCH NERDS SAY WE'VE GOT TO THROW A PARTY, AND LET'S FACE IT, THEY'RE NERDS, THEY DON'T KNOW HOW."

There was some feedback as she lowered the megaphone... then brought it back up to her mouth.

"ALSO THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT KIDS, I GUESS? I DON'T LIKE THE STUPID, DROOLY THINGS, BUT THEY MIGHT HELP. SOMETHING SOMETHING JOY WARMTH TOGETHERNESS UGH HAVE I MENTIONED I HATE CHRISTMAS..."

The second burst of feedback involved the sound of sharp steel hitting something violently and repeatedly.

"... IF YOU'RE BIG ON PARTY PLANNING, GO TO THE COMMUNITY CENTER. IF YOU'RE NOT, HELP ME KILL SOME OF THESE THINGS BEFORE THEY RUIN EVERYTHING."

Beat.

"SERIOUSLY, I SO HATE CHRISTMAS."

[[ open for your reactions or bumping into tamsin needs. ]]

throughaphase

So Kitty was back on island, full time, with an actual solid-unless-she-didn't-want-to-be body again. She hadn't really said anything about that to anyone yet, and was pretty insistent on getting back to normal. She'd figured it would be a quiet night and headed to work with her laptop and some bridal magazines, only to find a party set up in the back room. Tino knew nothing about it and neither did the flamingo, and the zombies were no help.

PARTY INSIDE, APPARENTLY?

Might as well!

[Thanks to the meme and Twitter enabling, here is your I Never party! Open to all and feel free to mod seeing the sign or getting a text if you need.]

fjordicswagger

"This is seriously all you've got?"

Tamsin eyed the bewreathed guy behind the counter. The man became more fidgety under her glare, his eyes darting towards the display. "Sorry," he said. "We lose too much money this time of year because of all the free pastries the island hands out, so--"

"You're recycling island-pastries," Tamsin said flatly. "Ugh. Tell me you at least have hot cocoa, or something."

The man smiled nervously. "I can offer you pepermint--"

"Next year," Tamsin said, "I'm selling you people to Starbucks." She walked away from the counter and sank down into a seat.

The poor barista jittered. "Can she do that?" he hissed at his nearest colleague.

[[ open! ]]

vdistinctive

The dishwasher was dressed as a pirate. The cook was wearing a black and white striped shirt, a beret, and a pencil-thin mustache. The busboy stood between the two men as they faced off, wearing what looked like an antebellum ballgown, his gloved hand pressed dramatically to his forehead.

Eliot ignored all three of them, still focused almost entirely on his phone.

"Hey!" one of the waitstaff called. "I think the butcher's here!"

Eliot leaped up from his seat, nearly knocking it over. Which was a nice trick, considering that stool was bolted to the floor. "Where?!"

". . . The back door?" the waiter said, backing up slowly. "He wants you to sign for the ten pound buck the cook ordered."

Eliot was going to end up killing everyone who worked here. And it wouldn't even be because they finally annoyed him into it.

Today's specials
Braised venison with rosemary and shittake
Spinach salad with orange vinaigrette
New England apple cider cake

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

fjordicswagger

"What the hell is that?" Tamsin asked flatly.

Bright Eyes beamed at her. "I thought your office could use some decoration!"

Decoration. Sure. It was the most hideous picture of a bunch of babies playing saxophones Tamsin had ever seen, and considering how ugly those pictures were in general, that was saying something.

"Take it down," Tamsin said.

Bright Eyes' bright eyes welled up. "Please?" she said. "They bring joy to my day. Just look at them! They're so adorable. Makes me want b--"

"Take it down," Tamsin said.

"Don't you like babies?" Bright Eyes asked. Her lower lip wobbled.

"If you don't take that down right now," Tamsin said pleasantly, "I am going to shoot it several times."

In the end, Bright Eyes walked out of the lobby with the hole-filled painting under her arm, crying uncontrollably.

"Good riddance," Tamsin muttered.

[[ i have canon finale issues. open! ]]

fjordicswagger

On the ugh-side, it was Singing Day again. Tamsin was not a fan.

On the fun side, it turned out Bright Eyes wasn't a fan either.

Which meant Tamsin spent the entire day wandering around the office singing obnoxiously at the top of her voice. It was possible she wasn't even actually compelled to do so.

"I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past, it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
Never said I wanted to improve my station
An' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun
An' I don't have to please no one!"

Bright Eyes sobbed into her paperwork.

[[ open! ]]

throughaphase

There was a sign on the front door:

CARITAS PRESENTS:
3 MINUTE DATES

At eight on the dot, the zombies began playing lounge music, and Kitty stepped out onstage. After being here four years, being present for several of these things and even participating in a couple, it was her first time actually announcing this thing. Weird.

"Welcome to Three Minute Dates!" she began. "Hopefully you signed up for this, and if not, then Caritas is not liable for any discomfort, annoyance, or soaked belongings that may happen over the course of the night. When you hear your name, find the person you're matched with. You'll have three minutes to get to know them, and then there'll be a... I don't know, a gong or a buzzer or whatever, and then you're on to the next date, for a total of five rounds. If you like someone, the bar'll be open afterwards to get a drink and maybe get some more time with them. So with tha-"

And with that, an air horn sounded almost directly behind Kitty, from an overzealous zombie who had just learned how that worked.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, why did that just happen."

[Ten comments = three minutes, five per person. You don't have to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

~~OCD beginning! Do not ping in before it's done or I will smack you.~~ OCD up! Thanks

craftyladyparts for the assist!

If you find something wrong, it's Nick's fault. Get him on AIM or the OCD and it'll get fixed.

Most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish up on Sunday, you do you.]

fjordicswagger

"Okay," Tamsin said, "Does anyone have any idea who the giant metal-armed guy was who just walked straight into my office?" Beat. "Actually, I want to know who let the giant metal-armed guy walk straight into my office?"

Bright Eyes smiled up at her. It looked faintly desperate. "Mayor Summers, ma'am. Uh-- the former Mayor Summers."

There was a long pause.

"Did I just kick the one guy who knows how any of these stupid systems work out of my office?"

Bright Eyes shrugged, maintaining her feverishly bright smile. "I'm not sure you kicked him out as much as he just vanished through a door I forgot we had."

"...I have a headache," Tamsin said. She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Whatever, island."

[[ open! ]]

throughaphase

With the new semester and new people on island, and also a holiday that just so happened to fall on Kitty's shift, those were as good excuses as any for a party. Plus they got to do so with margaritas and nachos, and who didn't like margaritas and nachos?

Tino was at the bar if anyone just wanted to hang out there, but the back room was where the people were. Hopefully. Shut up, Kitty totally still didn't get paranoid no one would show up, really.

fjordicswagger

"I'm bored," Tamsin muttered, sprawling across her desk.

Bright Eyes shot her a mildly confused look. "The island has finally tilted back to normal," she began.

"I know," Tamsin said. "That's the boring part. Ugh. Is it too much to ask for another invasion around here? Maybe someone spontaneously growing a pair of tits?"

She sprawled so far over the desk she almost fell off, then quickly pulled herself back to upright and fixed Bright Eyes with a pointed stare.

"I'll... write a request form and stick it on the machinery under the island?" Bright Eyes offered.

[[ open ~~after the ocd!~~ ]]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Promptly at 8:00, the zombie band started playing music and the bassist lurched forward to do an interpretive dance explaining the rules of the dates. It wasn't long before Tino was pushing Johnny on stage while holding cue cards.

"Dude, seriously, I just came here for a drink. We just got back. What the hell?" Johnny asked. Tino held up a cue card. "I'm not dating. I have a girlfriend." Tino put the cue card down and held up a leather jacket and a pocket knife. "Hey hey hey wait. Where'd you get that?" With his pocket knife hand, Tino reached back down for the cue card. "Okay, fine. Just don't hurt the jacket. That thing means a lot to me."

"Ahem. Welcome to Three Minute Dates! If you're lucky, you might just get matched with me, Joanie Storm, come on, man, you got my name-- No, no, you're right. Joanie. Anyway, good luck and good dating." Johnny pointed to the assembled daters, mirroring an exaggerated point Tino was doing at that moment. "Seriously man, this is a weird level of dedication."

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

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

Epic OCD ~~begins.~~ is up MERE HOURS later than usual. Apologies again for any overnight and/or timezone inconveniences. I'm going back to sleep now.

If I made a blatant 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.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

newroutines

It was an idea Mike had had while he’d been walking home early, far too early this morning, having been booted from Allie's due to vampire and daytime reasons. It was an idea that had still been in his head when he'd woken up at home some hours into the afternoon, and even though he could feel the island's pull on his hormones beginning to lessen a bit, it was an idea he'd decided to go with. He'd talked about it with people enough last night to just go with it, you know? Like a proper send-off to this week.

And now it was the early evening, and Mike was at Caritas (much to the chagrin of Tino) even though it wasn't his shift. And he wasn't behind the bar, either. For now, he was sitting in front of it with a beer. Totally deserved after he’d slaved over the big-ass handmade sign now hanging outside the bar's entrance:

SPECIAL ENGAGEMENT
FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY
MAGIC MIKE
+ OPEN STAGE WITH HOT MUSIC
(18+ ONLY, SORRY!)

Yeah. That was going to happen.

[ocd up! come on in!]

fjordicswagger

"You know, that new movie, Shades of... whatever?" Tamsin asked. She had her feet propped up on the desk and a drink with all the ice cubes in the world in it. She was also staring up at the ceiling.

Bright Eyes sighed. "Yes," she said dutifully. "It's in theaters now. But I don't think it's advisable to go see i--"

"Oh, I'm not seeing it," Tamsin said, waving a lazy hand in her general direction. "I'm not stupid. But you think the movie theater has posters? Maybe we should get one of those ad companies to just put a big ol' poster of some naked people up on the tallest building in town."

She looked towards Bright Eyes. "What is the tallest building in town?" she said. "The school? Could we get away with having an ad agency put a giant poster of, like, private-parts obscured fake-BDSM naked people on the--?" She tapped a button on her computer and an image jumped up. "...Eesh, okay, the guy's not hot. Is there anything else that looks like borderline soft-core we can get posters of?"

Some days, Bright Eyes wondered if she hadn't made the capital mistake of making a supervillain mayor of the island.

[[ open! ]]

throughaphase

It was a quiet night at the bar so far. The zombies were playing a very Britney-heavy set for some reason (you haven't lived till you've heard "Womanizer" as played by people who can't always keep their limbs attached), Tino was acting normal, and Kitty was spending a good amount of time texting.

Even she was allowed to slack off sometimes.

fjordicswagger

"You know," Bright Eyes said, "when I said 'you should invest some time in finding out what being a mayor means', this isn't what I meant."

"Too bad," Tamsin replied, her eyes locked on the computer screen in front of her. "When I said 'no, I don't want to be the mayor', this also isn't what I meant. So now nobody gets what they mean, everyone's miserable."

Bright Eyes let out a sigh and wandered around the desk, putting down her paperwork. "You could visit local businesses," she said, "get to know your people... I mean, Mayor Swanson wasn't big on that, but Mayor Summers always said it was important--"

"And then they both got lost," Tamsin said sweetly. "Not really reliable role models, are they?"

"I just mean--"

Bright Eyes paused. Then stared. Then-- "Is that Sim City 2000?!"

"Yep," Tamsin said, making sure to let that one pop. "Nothing like the classics. Say, how many water pumps have we got around here anyway?"

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up, open! ]]

fjordicswagger

"Oh, you're here!" Bright Eyes chirped.

"Don't get all excited," Tamsin snapped, slamming the door shut behind her. And then again, just to make her point. "I got your papers back for you." She hurled the folder at Bright Eyes. Or what was left of it, anyway.

"I think a cat peed on it," she added. "I don't know, I threw it in the garbage."

She spun on her heel.

The folder hit her in the back of the head. "What the fu-- Oh, you have balls, I'll give you that."

Though when she looked back, Bright Eyes looked like she'd just been caught shitting the bed, and only biting down on her bottom lip was keeping her from yelling out an apology. Tamsin snarled. "You keep trying this, I'm going to kick you so hard in those balls they shoot up through your cooch and come out that mouth of yours."

"I told you, the paperwork has already been filed," Bright Eyes said plaintively.

Tamsin rolled her eyes. "If Mustache Boy's last words were so important to you, why not have an actual election? Find someone who actually wants the job."

Bright Eyes blinked, then started shaking her head rapidly. "Nooooo," she said, "Noooooo, we can't do that. Not after the last three times. It was bad. Volcanoes, Lava Gods, the Isle of IKEA--"

"Oh god, are you pouting?" Tamsin asked. Oh god, she was.

"It doesn't have to be permanent," Bright Eyes squeaked. "Please?"

Tamsin groaned. "You're pathetic."

[[ ocd up~~coming...~~, open ]]

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