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dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

It was Victor's birthday, and while Olive's first inclination had been to throw him a totally awesome party -- well, her track record wasn't especially great, and there'd already been the dance yesterday, anyway, and half the town was speed-dating.

So she'd opted to go the fancy restaurant route instead, with a neatly-wrapped package under her arm and her super-tall Steve Maddens on her feet. (What? She hadn't gotten to wear them to the dance for fear of twisting an ankle. Dinner seemed way less standing-intensive.)

She waited until they were settled at a table before asking the all-important: "So how's it feel to be all legal now? I can't refer to you as jailbait anymore."

Well, she could, but that road made her head hurt.

[for the birthday boy!]

ultron_junior

Once Victor got to work the usual ten minutes late, got the usual snark from JARVIS about how such a sophisticated piece of technology might think about being on time once in a while, and swept a pile of tangerines out of his work area, Victor was ready for the important business of the day.

In this case, it meant texting back and forth with Chase to make absolutely certain he was good to come home for Thanksgiving. It sounded like L.A. was pretty peaceful, so it looked like a go.

The whole thing made Victor happy. He hadn't expected to spend this long without seeing them.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD, SP possible!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

It was possible that Jessica's new-found interest (or, increasingly, obsession) with cooking was making her insufferable. At least, that's the way the staff at J,GoB probably felt as she tried to decide on a snack. She would point at something in the display case, then ask questions about the ingredients, how it was prepared, how it was presented in the display, and then decide that the total package didn't sound appealing so she moved onto something else.

The clerk probably wanted to murder her. But since Jessica still had her spider-sense, she knew she was in no real danger of anything but starving herself and everyone around her if she couldn't pick just ONE THING that somebody else made.

"What about the glazed donut?" Jessica asked before the clerk started headcountering.

[OOC: Open? Why of course!]

solo_sword

It was Jaina's thirteenth wedding (...second marriage) and you might think that meant the wedding might be less extravagant than the last twelve, but no. Not when the Winchesters and Starks were destroyed and she had Skywalker money at her disposal. The outdoor wedding (as it was a suspiciously perfect day for it being November) was elaborate and perfect, and the whole town should be in attendance, because that was how things worked (because there were dresses that had to be shown on camera, okay).

Now as long as no long-lost relatives showed up, no one died, a freak storm didn't happen, no one fell into a coma, no one got arrested, there were no catfights in the pond, nothing exploded, or no one in the wedding ran off with their real true love, it would be a perfect day.

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

Olivia (or Olive -- the writers weren't great with continuity, but she was Olivia for the moment) stared bleakly out to sea, the wind whipping about her perfectly styled curls and yet somehow not tangling them at all. She should never have returned here, to this island, after her film career had tragically begun to sink after she'd developed her horrible skin condition. Her ephelides. Even the word had made her shudder, when the doctor had told her. It was something she'd struggled with her entire life, and she'd known, somehow in her heart of hearts, that her red hair had already predisposed her to this condition.

But still. They'd replaced her with a younger, blond actress with a tan, one who would never cost them hundreds of thousands of dollars in foundation makeup, and Olive had been sent to the streets.

Now, she would stop at nothing to regain her spotlight. Nothing. She pondered her next move as she stared at the ocean. Was blackmail too far? Arson? Murder? No. She would have her career back, or she would die trying.

[I was afk yesterday but OF COURSE THIS IS OPEN, DON'T BE INSANE.]

ultron_junior

You're wet, the shop AI informed Victor as he came in from the rain this morning. Paper towels are in the third cabinet to the left. Do not touch the electrical gear with wet hands. You could create a supercircuit and destroy several thousand dollars worth of equipment.

"I know that," Victor said in response, making a beeline for the towels.

Given you're apparently unable to use an umbrella, I wasn't sure.

Victor sighed and, once he was thoroughly dry, went back to work on his homebrew game console. Without electrocuting anything, thanks.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD.]

hasadestiny

Glitter seemed to be a theme of the evening. There was glitter on the posters covering the walls, glitter on the plants printed on table cloths. Glitter on the fake full moon hanging in place of a mirror ball.

And of course, glitter on the banner hanging above the entrance.

Welcome to Homecoming 2012

Become a (wo)man.

Become a wolf.

Current Mood: excited

ultron_junior

Victor was back from break, well-rested and a little smug about how his vacation had gone, and the shop ... didn't seem to have missed him at all.

Unless the shower of kiwi fruit that fell out of the server cabinet when he opened it to tweak something was the Stark Industries way of saying hello, of course.

He cut a couple kiwis into slices to munch on as he tried to get a broken universal remote to cooperate.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

throughaphase

Kitty had no reason to participate in 3 Minute Dates, but she'd still shown up to handle the bar, and because it was really potentially entertaining. Of course, if anyone asked she'd probably say something like she wanted to make sure no one got so angry at a date that they did damage to the bar or something.

The bar was open for post-daters, spectators, and people who'd just wandered in on Saturday night, and your bartender was eying the puppy thing like she expected him to do something weird(er) at any moment.

[And here is your normal post! Tah daaaaah!]

yakkoyaks.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES
with your host Yakko Warner

With a blare of trumpets signalling 8:00 PM, Yakko strode out onto the stage. "Welcome one, welcome all, to 3 Minute Dates here at Caritas. The normal guy couldn't be here tonight because who cares, so you're stuck with me. I know what you're thinking. 'Who signed me up for this anyway?' I was wondering the same thing myself, but I've learned not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Isn't that right, Stanley?" A horse wearing braces on his teeth and a present bow on his saddle came out onto the stage. Yakko held a hand up to stage whisper, "He's self-conscious about it."

"Anyway, without further ado," Yakko started.

"Bless you," Stanley said.

"Thank you, Stanley, let's get this started! When I honk this horn," Yakko said, honking a very comedic sounding horn, "We'll get started with the first round. Every time I honk it after that," Yakko said, squeezing the horn and having the 'crash and burn' noise come out of the horn, "your three minutes are up and it'll be time to move on. And just to make sure you're really on your toes with this timing thing...."

Yakko pulled the stage's curtain aside to show a big white disc standing up. Yakko jumped onto the disc and started using his hands as a minute and second hand on a clock.

And then, with the sound of a donkey braying, Yakko hit the horn. "Good luck!"

[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 is ~~beginning.For the love of god, please wait until I'm done.~~ UP! Epic thanks to

solo_sword for helping get the OCD posted.

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.]

robinonadderall

Between hanging out with Scott and full moon shenanigans and after full moon staring at naked guys, Stiles hadn't had much time to do the studying he had planned to do over the weekend. Attempting to study in his room always ended in disaster because he'd either end up watching porn or talking to Cade about stuff that might as well be porn, so he grabbed his physics textbook and his laptop to head somewhere with caffeine. He needed to take advantage of fall themed coffee while it was around anyway.

Once he was armed with a pumpkin spice latte Stiles propped his textbook and laptop up on a table by the window and did his best to focus. It wasn't going so well since he had forgotten to take his meds this morning so there was a whole lot of finger tapping against his coffee cup and the occasional bout of talking to himself going on.

[I'm bored, post is open]

Current Mood: productive

hasadestiny

The sky was cloudy but the weather was just the right side of warm as the sun rose on the traditional Parent's Weekend Brunch. There were tables, chairs, and a buffet laid out with all manner of breakfast (and not-so-breakfasty) foods.

But that wasn't all, there was also a small gift bag for each guest with cookies, stickers, and a bingo card for anyone who hadn't gotten their mingle on enough this weekend.

[OOC: Cookies for all!]

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

So, the games or whatever had been kind of fun, even if Olive had refused to play. But after having dinner with her parents and Rhiannon, Rhi had kindly declared that this was 'really effing boring' and asked if there wasn't anything to do. And since Olive didn't want to take her parents to the bar -- hahahaha no -- she said they could go to the park.

And Rhiannon being Rhiannon, that had somehow been translated as 'have a party in the park.' Olive had been coerced into bringing her speakers and iPod down out of her room and setting them up on a picnic table, and Rhiannon had bought a metric ton of food.

"Are you sure I can't find us some beer?" Rhiannon asked.

"We're right here," said Rosemary, glancing up from her phone.

"Sorry, Mrs. P."

Olive, meanwhile, was very busy sending out a mass text, to go along with the ~~handwavy~~ posters Rhi had slapped up. Less posters, more lined paper that said, 'COME TO THE PARK, WE HAVE FREE FOOD AND MUSIC.'

[impromptu park party is open!]

nottrivial

Well, yesterday had been a big day full of catching up with loved ones, but today there were real activities planned! Although it had drizzled a bit the night before, by now the grass was dry and ready to be socialized on, almost as if Fandom knew that Student Council hadn't thought through a Plan B in case of rain and had decided to make things easier on them. The island was thoughtful that way. Now it was sunny and warm, and probably the best weather they'd had in a few weeks. You're welcome, parents.

Even if any of the guests had somehow ~~been deliberately shielded from~~ missed the signs about the field day in the park today, it was pretty easy to spot, what with all the brightly colored flags marking different stations, the big stage with a karaoke machine set up, the probably-larger-than-necessary buckets of station-specific equipment like balls and water balloons, and, of course, the picnic benches and food tables for anyone who just wanted to watch. Everything was perfect, assuming that whoever had commandeered the karaoke machine wasn't completely awful, so hopefully all the families would have a good time!

[[ocd up!]]

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

It was a warm, sunny, beautiful day here in Fandom, and look at how much it wasn't raining anything weird. You're welcome, parents, friends, assorted guests and fair citizens of Fandom who didn't want to explain that sort of thing right off the bat.

There was food to be enjoyed, picnic tables so people could sit, and decorations that were very heavy on the blue and gold. Also, probably more glitter than was reasonable for a picnic. There were Student Council traditions to uphold.

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2012!

ultron_junior

Victor didn't exactly mind that nobody from his team was coming to visit him this weekend. It was a long trip, it wasn't like they were his parents, and it seemed to him like keeping people from home off the island made things easier with both Karolinas.

But between that and Remedios vanishing as suddenly as she came, he was ... maybe a little melancholy. Not lonely, exactly, but on the edge of it.

As a seeming comment on the moping, JARVIS put sad country songs on the store stereo. Victor started to protest, then -- deciding country music was about right for today -- settled in with some homework for one of his online math classes.

He'd get around to repairing things later.

[OOC: Open shop.]

ultron_junior

So it was possible Victor shouldn't have used the aftershave lotion he found in a funny-smelling bottle in the back of a medicine cabinet in the boys' bathroom. He'd been in an experimental mood this morning, what could he say?

When he looked in the mirror and spotted his newly mustachio'd reflection staring back at him, he spent about a second considering whether he should shave before work but decided not to. It was a pretty good mustache for a teenager, and he kind of liked the '70s cop look.

When he got to the shop, he set in to do some work on a laptop's security system. He was going to ignore the ads for razors JARVIS kept playing over every sound system in the store. He looked awesome.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD, splendiferous facial hair all Tyler Posey's fault.]

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

Olive had a puppy, now, and so did Sia. And the thing was, puppies required constant attention -- Olive had lost a pair of really cute ballet flats already, though thankfully Karolina's stuff seemed to have been ignored, thus far. But even more than supervision, puppies needed walks. And friends. And friends they could walk with.

So obviously the natural thing to do in this instance was to make sure their puppies were friends by taking them on walks together. Olive thought this was a pretty genius idea, honestly. So she'd sent Sia a text and taken Ally out to the park to wait.

And now, of course, she was occupied with keeping Ally from eating everything she found. "No, dude, that's a bug. We don't eat those. You won't touch your food, but that weird like, rhinoceros beetle looks awesome, huh?"

Dogs were weird.

[olive is waiting for marsie omg but open park is open!]

ultron_junior

Victor came to work carrying a baggie full of the results of his baking experiment with Sparkle. Maybe it was messed-up android taste buds, but he thought the peanut butter-pickle-sugar cookie combination was surprisingly good. Like, the kind of good that made him wonder if he could sell the recipe in stores.

To ... the kind of people who were not automatically repelled by the notion of cookies with peanut butter and pickles in them, yes. There had to be a couple of them out there.

He kept taking cookie breaks through the day as he worked to get a couple small appliances working again. Jarvis -- quite possibly repulsed by his taste in snacks -- was mercifully silent.

[OOC: Open repair shop, no OCD, want a cookie?]

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

The last twenty minutes were kind of a blur for Dave. He'd just been going to the beach for some fresh air at the end of summer when some people he was pretty sure worked as ~~npcs~~ clerks at local businesses brought over a grill and some food and set up a volleyball net and, you know, other various beach cookout things. Dave somehow immediately ended up working the grill even though he didn't know anyone's name.

Of course, then the people heard about another party on the mainland, so off they went, leaving Dave and the food and the everything else behind.

Dave had even grilled a veggie burger for someone, which wasn't even a named thing yet back in his time. "Well, they're not getting any of this food back, I can say that for sure." That's right, he was going to get his revenge by continuing to cook food. That would show them. And it would also feed anyone who wanted to come to the beach for a Spontaneous Labor Day Beach Party.

[OOC: Open for anyone who might want to spend their Labor Day at the beach!]

ultron_junior

When Victor got to work today, he was a little psyched that the first repair job in the store's queue was an Atari 2600 that looked like somebody had dropped it in a swimming pool. The thing was about twice as old as he was, but that just made the challenge of getting it to work that much more interesting.

It took all morning to get the circuits dried out and reconnected. When everything finally lit up like it was supposed to, he looked around for a game to test the system on.

The only one he could find was AI the Alien Invader.

After an hour of falling into holes, dying, restarting, and then falling into another hole and dying again, he understood why people thought it was the worst game ever.

[OOC: Open repair shop.]

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