Victor wasn't really the sentimental type most of the time, but he couldn't stop thinking about how this was his last time in the repair shop. On Saturday, he was going to graduate; Monday or Tuesday, he'd pack up his stuff and portal back to L.A. The shop had been his constant for almost two years -- he'd gone to work there when he was in love, ( Read more... )

It had been easy to lose track of how fast senior year was slipping away back when the island was going crazy. Now that things were (relatively) back to normal, Victor suddenly realized he had only a few weeks left on the island ( Read more... )

Victor almost skipped out on work this week, but in the end he needed the money and a reason to leave his room. So here he was, trying to repair some small appliances that had gotten smashed during encounters with rampaging something-or-others ( Read more... )

Victor's walk to work had somehow been uneventful, other than the half-block sprint to the store when a cloud of piranhas turned the corner at the wrong moment ( Read more... )

There wasn't much to repair at the shop today, for which Victor was grateful. It gave him more time to try to find a common thread between all the people who weird things were happening to. (Not that he had much to go on at the moment, besides that they all walked on two legs and breathed oxygen -- and actually, he wasn't sure about Professor ( Read more... )

Victor was still on his cell phone as he got to the shop, and he balanced it against his shoulder as he jiggled the lock open and adjusted the window
shades.

"No, no es demasiado frío ... te prometo que voy a usar mi sombrero," he said, and managed not to sigh into the phone. Even though it had been well over a year since he came east for ( Read more... )

After he closed up at the shop, Victor ran back to the dorms to get ready for his date with Isabelle. This involved putting extra gel in his hair in a (mostly failed) attempt to get it to stop doing the stupid thing it was currently doing and -- because Isabelle seemed classy that way -- changing into a shirt with buttons and an actual collar ( Read more... )

Victor came into the repair shop this morning to find a suspicious number of broken antique clocks on the workbench, and a carpet of kiwi fruit covering the floor.

The clocks vanished after half an hour. The kiwis seemed determined to stick around.

[OOC: Open repair shop, no OCD.]

Victor had gotten used to the weird phantom voices in the shop over the last few months. Usually it was random guy banter or electronic bleeps and bloops that were easy enough to tune out. He worried the island was glitching, but -- given the lack of evidence on ways to fix it -- had put the whole concept pretty much in the not-his-problem pile ( Read more... )

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATESJust before 8:00, Bruce walked up onto the stage, dressed in a suit and a smile. "Hello, and welcome to Three Minute Dates. I'm not exactly sure how I got roped into this to begin with, but I agreed because it kept me from participating for once. Trust me, my dating history doesn ( Read more... )