A cloudy day was nothing to keep Shunsui from partaking in one of his favourite outdoor activities: having a drink and then falling asleep on some soft grass underneath a tree in the park. In fact, the cloudiness helped, since there was no sun to get in his eyes, and the hat pulled over his face was simply to help block the acorns that would ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Hard to believe only nine minutes had passed since this all started, huh? The daters were still dating, hopefully no one had been transported outside due to trying to attack anyone they had to deal with for three minutes, and all they had to do was survive two more rounds before they could hit the bar.

Happy dating!

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There was a sign posted at the front door:

G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Ninth Annual
Three Minute Dates @ Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.GOB had somehow been able to count to nine despite not being around for the previous six Three Minute Dates, but he still didn't know what 'annual' really meant. But that wasn't important. The important ( Read more... )

Sophie was considering her next exhibition, Portals. Of many different kinds. Maybe even hanging some so that they looked like doors you could walk through...?

There was iced tea and lemonade on the sideboard; and a small plate of cookies.

Also, a Now Hiring: Inquire Within sign was hung inside the front window.

[OCD is pricing objets d'art at

It was Saturday, and so of course, Farnsworth was getting his shopping done for his weekly groceries. Let's see. Prunes. Oatmeal. Buttermilk. Chee ( Read more... )

Clark wasn't exactly working at the bar so much as stopping by to see how his good friend Tino was. Maybe have a coke and see if he couldn't tune in some preseason football for his trouble.

It was good being in a town where he didn't get interrupted twice a quarter to rescue someone who'd been buried alive.

Being an old man and everything, Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth was doing quite possibly the most normal thing he could think of doing on a Sunday morning: going to the coffee shop, ordering a coffee, harassing the barista over the price (despite the fact that, compared to what it cost in his time, was incredibly reasonable), and then just going to ( Read more... )

Endearing portrait of an old man, feeding bread crumbs to the ducks at the pond, and jotting down thoughts of the golden years of his life ( Read more... )