Tonight was not like any other night at Caritas, for Robin. Tonight, she had imported moddable New York City strippers. Tonight, she had set aside several bottles of the bar's finest scotch. Tonight...up . Tino was watching the actual bar, while Robin was busy in the private room with Barney's bachelor party. And Sunshine, who she was finally getting to meet. [there will be additional OCD!]

Given that this morning she'd woken up still smelling like rum (poor Benton), Robin was steering clear of anything of that nature tonight. Instead, she busied herself with texting Katie to prepare her for the weekend. It wasn't going...ideally.

Aravis: How do I keep ending up in here? Robin: ...why are you here? *sound of door opening* Kaylee: Awwww, cute lil' squirrels! Y'all want me to help the nice lady out? Squirrels: *chittering*... [no offense intended to ACTUAL Canadians. It's canon. Seriously. The accent is THAT strong. * Qing wa kao de liu mang : Frog-humping son of a bitch. Thanks to not_ironmaiden for the suggestion!]

  Oh my god! Stella isn’t the mother!!! As demonstrated by Ted’s what-could-have-been flashback, his and Stella’s kids would have been blonde. But as we know, his kids are totally brunette. Plus...Ted but whatevs, I don’t care. If this means Robin’s back in the running as the mother, then I might be the happiest couch potato ever. Long live Robin and Ted! *Photo courtesy of Seat 42 F .

Robin was thirty. She was thirty and no matter how many times she said it aloud, she still couldn't believe it. Thirty. Thirty whole years old, no longer a twenty-something, no longer a young adult...had no clown like Lily wanted, but it was pretty laid-back. And it was kinda Canadian. She could definitely live with this kind of awesome. [Open invite if you know Robin or anyone who knows her.]

So, kids? I know your Dad tells you a lot of crap about me, but I thought I might interject so this part doesn't sound entirely made up and makes me look weird. Back on that weird Island thing? I had...went downhill when some British kid started announcing that I was her future-Mother. And as for the other? Well, I might have dated a woman. Very briefly. And she was very attractive. Rated PG-13

"...goddamn stupid mother -- *CLUNK* OW. OKAY. So. ...hello, Fandom. This is Robin Scherbatsky, as usual on Thursday nights. What's not usual about this is that I am on my freaking vacation, and these...splotchy, and Murdock stopped by before going off to make some calls . Helen was at the Gig, Peyton was at Groovy Tunes, Mr. Summers was at Wellspring Arms, Millie was at Book Haven, and

The baseball games have gone on like they're supposed to, just not with me there is all I have to admit. So instead of playing with Team Easy (and the adopted members of our little club), I'm standing...dusty, the grass is green as anything and it's baseball. I just hope it's giving one person a good time. [Due to circumstances, Team A forfeited. So assume Teams B played C, D played E. E & B won]

It had rained for a week straight, finally stopping just a few days ago, and the weather wasn't the only thing that had changed on the island. Ray noticed it everywhere he went - a feeling of something...to this evening at around 7:30, after Parapsychology & Paranormal History class. Let us know which of them you want in your comment, or if you want both. Order with both will be your pup-Robin-Ray.]

"Gooooood evening, Fandom. I am really fu -- um. Really effing tired. I did...like, nothing except my player had random socialness and is three drinks deep , but I'm tired, and there are seven dogs and... was at the clinic. ...wow, that was pretty much the fastest radio ever. Go me. I feel like I should fill up the dead air. Whatever. Happy early night, Fandom. See you at Homecoming, children!