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| They had guests! Wasn’t that exciting? Wasn’t it? Viki bounced a bit as she hovered near the desk. It was so exciting, and such cute little guests they had too! She spent more time watching them than anything else, really. They almost reminded her of Gadget, which really, was quite fantastic.
…she wondered was Juppo would say, really. About the guests. They had metal frames and not wooden ones and this was all quite interesting but… was there even a point in thinking about it? It wasn’t like Juppo could come here, and then, really, there was no point.
Oh.
Viki determinedly went back to her bouncing. They had guests! This was exciting! Even if it meant she had no idea what the guests ate and so her special was a bit… confused.
Welcome to the Arms Hotel! Today’s Specials ...whatever robots eat? What do robots eat? Do they even...? | |
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| Jen had a vague but nagging impulse to lurk aroud the hotel and see what kinds of guests were around for this ROBOCON thing, but with her luck she'd run into someone like Steelix from her past (when he was still trying to kill her, before she arrested him) or a version of Circuit from some future where Time Force was trying to hunt her down or something.
. . . yeah, there went that nagging temptation, and Jen was concentrating determinedly on supervising the cleaning of the pizza ovens. She'd painstakingly worked out a timeline so they wouldn't all be out of commission at lunchtime; never mind that it wasn't as if they had more than two.
[OOC: Yep, moddable pizza day again . . .] | |
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| It was a hungover Toby that opened Pixie Dust today.
God, the sun sucked so hardcore. Rather than doing something productive, he sat on top of the counter, sipping a V8 and trying to remember if he'd actually gotten anywhere with Tino or not. If he had, it was fanfreakingtastic. If not, he was so trying again.
Regardless, Pixie Dust was open for business. | |
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| Turtle was a little sad that her duties to open the store today prevented her from really checking out the RoboCon that was going on, however she had a very clever solution. It was simply to give Liz the day off; as a robot herself, Liz the security dog would not only benefit, but she had recording equipment and could come back to Turtle with some information on how things went. Just a few minor adjustments in the programming, and off Liz went.
She did feel bad, however, that she couldn't give the SquishyBot the day off for the convention, too. She'd admit that part of it was the fact that the idea of not having Squishies for a day was a little terrifying, but, really, it mostly had to do with the fact that the SquishyBot was kind of rooted to one spot, not in the least bit mobile unless you counted moving arms and eyes, which wouldn't get her anyway.
And, of course, there was also a special:
Welcome to Fandom, Guests of RoboCon! Special 25% off for all robotic customers! On Oil, Washers, Spare Gears, and Car Polish*!
* You'll want to look your best as you work the convention!
Today's Squishy flavors: Pine Fresh, Grape Judas, Rusty Red Rhubarb
Turtle & Canary is open! | |
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| Roy had taken up position in the lobby, near the radio. With RoboCon going on, it seemed a wise idea to keep an eyes on things so the troopers were on alert. While robots weren't mercenaries, it was never a bad idea to be cautious.
In the meantime, Roy had paperwork to catch up on while he kept an eye on things. It happened when he didn't pull as many night shifts as he used to. | |
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| Sometime around noon, Jenny dashed through the streets of Fandom to Pixie Dust, where she unlocked the door, turned on the lights, and perched behind the counter, doing her best to project 'nothing to see here, I have totally been here all along.'
Because she had. Really. She swore.
((Oh Em Gee, one week I will remember to post this. Or the pixie will fire Jenny. Who knows?)) | |
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| There were two people behind the bar. One, an elderly man who was cranky. The other, a young man who appeared to be largely mute. One helped preserve justice a very long time ago in a galaxy far away. The other did a lot of odd jobs in a town in Pennsylvania back in the 90s. Together they serve booze. Welcome to Caritas. [OOC: Dude, I'm barely awake. I have no clue why I'm so tired. Mod Tino for speed. Bug Jolee with the understanding that I might just fall asleep and never get back to you.
ROBOCON meet & greet is spontaneously happening in The Lounge. All attendees totally got a handwavey invitation from your MC, The Robot Devil. That is all.
ETA: I'm out for the night, so enjoy the rest of the evening unspoiled by attempts on your robotic souls!] | |
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| “Hey Apu?” Sora called across the store. “What’s it like to be kissed?”
Apu stopped his sweeping just to stare at Sora oddly and shook his head.
“What?” Sora blinked and and pouted, getting himself a squishy.paying for it of course! He was just curious.
Today’s Squishy flavors: Grape Judas, Mango Raspberry, Oyster | |
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| Rikku bounced into the store totally on time zomg and wished it had more by way of swords and dagger type things. Since everything else was all piratey anyway. You really needed a sword to threaten someone with walkin' the plank.
The Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center was open. | |
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| The exhibit was still going, though Eve knew Charlotte was getting ready to change it. She was wondering what was going to be next -- Charlotte had a widely varied taste in art. Always excellent but widely varied. Not that Eve minded. Made work interesting. [Wait for the OCD is up!] | |
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| Murdock had handwavily left Abby Irene a message, asking her to meet him in the park for lunch. He had hated missing their lunch arrangements, but sick as he'd been, he hadn't felt up to doing much over the past week.
Hopefully, this would make up for it.
Some sandwiches à la JGoB, slices of cake and couple of different beverages (since he didn't know what she'd be up for) went along with a blanket he'd spread out on the grass.
(expecting one, but could be open if people want to pester him before or after) | |
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| Today, Kaylee had music. Not, mind you, particularly good music, but very bouncy stuff.
She was trying to find the melody and sing along as she poked at the engine-y thing she'd found in the junkyard, thinking that it might not be such a good idea to be dancing with it if she was going to break out her blowtorch like she was thinking.
[maaaaaaaaaaajor bouts of SP after 5 EST.] | |
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| Chad was spending a good deal of his shift making up for all the things he couldn't do that he usually did last Friday because he'd been too short to do them. And even then it didn't take him that long, so he was glad to be able to get some playing in today, as well. Today's Mix: There are a Lot of Songs about CaliforniaGroovy Tunes is open! | |
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| Jen was around somewhere -- probably still cleaning out sand from cracks and crevices thanks to last week's tiny pirate incident -- but there was most definitely pizza to be had if you felt like slaying the pizza beast.
Not literally -- although Jen could tell you that in her world's past, there had most definitely been a pizza beast that had to be . . . well, not slain, exactly, but defeated in some vague, non-violent-sounding way.
[OOC: Moddable service ahoy!] | |
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| Huh, it was like work this whole being there on time and opening the gym. Barney would've had a problem if it wasn't for the incredibly hot group of NPC women filing in for their spinning class.
Now that was a sight to behold.
Atlas Gym was open. | |
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| Liir got to work a little earlier than usual, since his morning drop off to Karal had been closer to an ensure-he-dines-and-dash than anything else. The store was opened, the shelves were dusted, the books were straightened, and he even gave the floor a good sweep before he pulled out the cookies and put out the tea. When he was done with that, he picked up a book from the back, turned the sign on the door, and pulled out his notebook. He'd be multitasking today, something he was actually exceedingly good at thank the Unnamed, because he had to make sure that everything was done by tonight. He wouldn't be there tomorrow, after all. The Book Haven was open. | |
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| A few days ago, rum had been pouring from her bathtub spout. Today, she was finally able to crawl out of bed. Binge drinking is a horrible thing.
The sun was way too bright, the birds and their annoying chirping should be shot, and she was sure someone had messed with her chair, because it was sitting at an angle. That or the world was tilted.
Joanna was cranky. Come play some miniature golf! | |
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| Kevin was relaxing in the surf. The waves lapping up against him were nice, and he didn't particularly care that his jeans were getting wet.
He was missing the cove, and missing Toby much more than he cared to admit. Things seemed simpler there, much less complicated. But maybe he was just a touch delusional. After all, he thought to himself, it's not like anyone here had turned him into a zombie sex slave. Yet.
[Open like nature!] | |
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