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| Someone had dinner and drinks last night on the mainland with some of her father's investors. Dani was a little late getting to work after a stop at The Perk for some coffee. But when she saw pink and purple hay bales sitting with the normal ones, she wondered if some of those drinks from last night were still in her system.
The Gig was open! | |
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| "So, you vant me to come to Amerika."
"Yes."
"In three veeks."
"Yes."
"To carve an ice sculpture uv you."
"Yes!" 'Dite was pleased her idea was getting through, even if she didn't speak Russian and his English was a little rough.
"And . . . you are?"
"I'm Aphrodite, goddess of love."
Silence.
"No, really, who ARE you?"
"Really, I'm the goddess of love. Though none of the statues ever seem to catch the real me."
"Uv course not." There might have been muted laughter in the background. "Give me one minute, ja? I will just put the phone down for minute and be right back. You stay on line, yes?"
"Oh, absolutely!"
"Vunderful!"
Click
"Hello?" She waited a moment. "Hello? Is that a maybe? Hellooooo?"
'Dite's Decadent Delights is open.
(ooc: Shop and post are open; SP is love.) | |
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| His laptop was finished and in working order, and the few upgrades Ender had done - giving it a rudimentary holodisplay, nothing quite like the desks back home, but functional - were working perfectly. Which meant that his time was, as per usual, being divided between work and study.
The reports he was getting were... interesting.
In the process, Ender completely missed the utterly random tomato that had inexplicably materialized on his desk.
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| Lacey was not falling asleep on the job here. She really wasn't. That wasn't Lacey nodding off near the noodles, or catching some z's over a Ziploc of zucchini, or stealing a siesta in the soda storeroom. Because Lacey hadn't stayed up until a ridiculous hour last night to harvest the blueberries she'd accidentally planted instead of an eight-hour crop of tomatoes or anything silly like that. So if Lacey happened to knock over a whole lot of Beaver Buzz into the ground beef for today's burger patties, well . . . it was completely intentional. Today's Special Energy Burgers! See? NOW HIRING - See Manager for Details Completely intentional. Luke's is open, and the burgers have some extra kick today. | |
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| Adora had made the mistake by betting on the wrong football teams all day long. As a result, she'd had spent the evening doing shots with Tino.
There were two very drunk bartenders at your service. | |
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| Thursday was Thanksgiving which meant that there was an overstock of canned jellied cranberries in the shop.
G'Kar was still not certain what the importance was of a can of wiggly mushed fruit.
Whatever, he had plenty of it in stock along with some various Thanksgiving Day decorations.
Today's Squishy Flavors: Cranberry Sauce, Turkey, Mashed Potatoes and Gravy | |
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| Having officially decided on a date for her party, Aphrodite was ready to put plans into action.
First a call to Mary, to set up a meeting on Tuesday to choose the rooms. Then she had to get in touch with Sophie about decorations - she didn't want streamers and everyday garlands; this was going to be much bigger than that. She wanted works of art! Sculptures! Murals! Statues - even if they weren't of her.
"Let's see, party on the 13th. Invitations will need to go out, and the posters before and after." She tapped a pen against her chin. Maybe a volunteer or two to help stuff envelopes? Nah, she had Raven and Jack for that. And maybe she could ask a few friends to help put up posters around town? She made a note to call Dinah and Karla.
"So, next comes the menus. What d'you think, Herc? Orange duck? A roasted pig with the traditional apple? Turkey and gravy with all the trimmings?"
The cat looked up at her, a bit of plastic hanging from his mouth.
"Right. One roast cat on the menu. Good idea."
'Dite's Decadent Delights is open.
(ooc: It's official! 'Dite will throw an Island wide Holiday Party on December 13th! Invitations will go out around the first, posters after that, and I hope to see you all there! Store and post are open.) | |
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| Kyle was at his desk, doing paperwork as if nothing strange was happening. Little did Kyle know that the fish was staring at him with malice in its eyes.
Granted, a look of malice looked exactly like the look a fish always has. But still. There was unidentifiable evil intent behind that look.
[OOC: No OCD for me!] | |
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| Today was Ben's last day at work. With that in mind and knowing how the place had been originally put together for him to find various things from his past (his Spider-Man costume, his Scarlet Spider sweatshirt, the box of hair dye in the bathroom...), he was taking a good long look at all of his inventory, checking for hidden doors, and just generally trying to figure out whether or not there was anything else left for him.
All he found was more clown paintings.
He would have preferred finding nothing.
[OOC: This is Benjy's last shop post. He'll be leaving at some point over the next couple days.] | |
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| Firekeeper was not asking why there were suddenly hay bales of multiple colors in the barn.
She was also pointedly not feeding them to the horses. They would have to make do with normal-colored hay.
[...I don't even know. The OCD got called in to work, much like me. Back evening-ish EST.] | |
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| "You're back," Ghanima said. "Fantastic." "My back is fantastic," Tyler deadpanned. "Thanks for noticing." "I'll take away your sugar," she threatened. "People are here to hit things, not flatter your ego." "Never would have known," Tyler grumbled. "All right. Hitting things. Those two, those two, bandage boy and anger management, and ... you pick the last few." "Professor Sun, if you'll indulge me," Ghanima replied with a nod before rattling off the last few names. "Let's go." | Arrive & Mingle | Training & Beginners | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Talk to the Organizers | OOC |
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| Chuck came into work a bit early, mostly out of boredom rather than having an abundance of work to finish. He figured if you were going to be bored, you might as well be bored with a whole lot of booze. | |
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| Apparently her Saturday employee was out sick with a gremlin bite, so Mary took a turn behind the front desk today. She had her coffee, her strudel and a stack of newspapers from Las Vegas so she could get caught up on the latest news and gossip. However, she did not to find her childhood sweetheart on the front page of all the papers because some stripper claimed that Danny cheated on Delinda. It was days like this when Mary was grateful she'd left Las Vegas for good. Welcome to the Arms Hotel! Today's Special Oven-Roasted Turkey with Caramelized Onion and Cornbread Stuffing[Open! OCD is busy suing the National Enquirer.] | |
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| A fine and shiny Saturday, with an exhibit of Native American art, and early Colonial art, all mingled together. Sophie was looking through the web for another 'job' while she worked in the gallery.
Coffee, tea, and cider were on the sideboard.
[Open and OCD free!] | |
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| Even after the practice he'd gotten in with the frat yesterday, Hannibal still felt a little nervous about this whole bowling match. Of course, he wasn't about to let that show. Nope, he'd just be lounging in the chairs near the bowling lane, feet up and casual confidence being projected.
He was not about to let any nerves be seen by anyone. He didn't need those used against him. Still, wouldn't any guy be nervous if a leotard and dancing was at stake? He thought so. But, for now, he was banishing those thoughts and just being his usual cocky, confident self.
He could win this. Nothing to it.
[hannibal's here mostly for kate but hey, gawkers and onlookers and revelers are more than welcome to watch, chat or do other fast eddie's things!] | |
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| Irulan was in good spirits, she had new hats and the designs were fabulous! It meant more paperwork but if it meant more of these hats Irulan would gladly brave the paperwork! | |
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| "So," Max asked conversationally as he and Sam strolled jauntily through the town. "If we're running detention today, does that mean we get to detain people?" He jumped as high as he could, trying to snag Sam's hat. ( This was going to end well. )(OOC: this post is for anyone who's in detention today and wants to be arrested by Sam and Max! OR anyone who isn't in detention today who wants to be harassed and/or manhandled by Sam and Max but then released again for incredibly spurious reasons! Obey the OCD! And awaaaaaaaaay we go!) | |
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| Damon came into work on time, for once, and took his place behind the bar, a bottle of scotch by his side. Tino still hadn't really seen Damon do actual work yet but he was too scared to glare at him bitterly.
[I'll be around for the next hour or so and then I'm off to a bar. Yeah, I don't know where this social life came from either] | |
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| "Man, there's a lot of candy here. Whatcha want, Kate? Gonna get some popcorn too..." Jason was having a hard time trying to decide on what kind of candy he wanted. Chocolate or something sour?
The show playing tonight was meta for Titanic and he might have seen it once or twice before. He suspected his attention was going to be focused more on Kate than on the screen and he sure as hell hoped she wouldn't mind. He hoped too that she was the kind of girl that liked to get kissed on the first date.
[[ Open for all your theater needs, but Jason is here just for Kate. ;) ]] | |
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| Francine had sent out an e-mail of handwavey to the members after Ethics yesterday, and called ahead to the Perk to make sure there was room to accommodate the group.
Now she could be found at the table nearest the door, a bottle in one hand and a cup of hot chocolate in the other, droid-baby hanging out in the sling around her shoulders. "Hey, guys. Since it's getting a little cold out there for a baby, even a fake robot one, we figured we should move this someplace warmer. Since some of us were up at four o'clock in the morning, someplace warmer has coffee."
[OOC: Open!] | |
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| "Good morning, Fandom!" Jack trilled into the microphone (after three attempts to trill into a microphone that had not been turned on).
It was afternoon, but Jack had just gotten up, so he counted it as morning. "Today, according to the calendar the squirrels are holding up, is a week before Thanksgiving, a holiday I have never heard of but am being assured involves pie. Lovely!"
There was some chittering in the background. "Oh, even more lovely, it seems to also include copious amounts of drinking in order to numb the pain of relatives. My family--" Jack stared off into space for a minute of dead air before the squirrels chucked an acorn at his head. "Not important," Jack declared hastily. "The pirate is here for your musical requests, of course."
[OOC: The OCD is being stuffed into a Farmville barn.] | |
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| Aphrodite, goddess of love, had decided to take a three day break, leaving the store closed on Wednesday. It had been . . . interesting. What started out as a way to avoid pressure had been spent counseling three love struck kids in Jamaica. At first they had resisted her rather unique solution to the situation, but eventually she'd just gotten them all drunk and pushed them into bed together and they were now happily living in a two bedroom cottage on the island. Unconventional, yes, but she could see that it would work.
She was now happily back in Fandom, and as she opened the door to the store, she was looking forward to a holiday party and spreading joy and cheer and . . . and . . .
What were all these plastic things all over the floor, and the red bits of rubbery . . . she sniffed. "Candy?!?" 'Dite finally spotted part of a cardboard wrapper, now almost shredded, and she frowned.
"Hercules! If you're not sick, you'd better at least pretend to be or I'm gonna . . . gonna . . ." But she was out of threats. Finally, she just shook her head and picked up the destroyed box that used to hold a pair of red edible undies.
'Dite's Decadent Delights is open!
(ooc: My apologies for silence the last couple of days; I've been missing in action due to projects and migraines, but Dite's here. There will be an announcement about the holiday party shortly! I'm gone for an hour or two, but back for the rest of the day after that. Come bother the goddess!) | |
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| It was the end of the day for Vimes and therefore the beginning for most everyone else in the city. Hegglers heggled, pig-based sausages were offered to all those in earshot, the river Ankh oozed on by just as it always had. There was something to be said about the safety and routine of these mornings.
Which, by the laws of narrative causality, meant some sort of exciting adventure to far away lands where women wore very little and the food was too spicy to stomach, but everyone learned a good lesson about tolerance or some other nonsense was just bound to happen.
It might be for the best it ended up just being Fandom, all things considered.
Sam Vimes was making just one very last stop by the Unseen University to check on it before heading home. Look, the last time someone stole book from there and the town suddenly went mad with pro-monarchism and the less of that happening the better if you asked Vimes.
It was as he nipped back down an alley away from the university that his feet very kindly informed him that something was terribly wrong here. First of all, the cobblestones weren't right for the area at all. Second... the city no longer had that stench that you really just managed to ignore up until it was abruptly gone.
He didn't think he was in Ankh-Morpork anymore.
Well. On the bright side, at least he hadn't dropped a house on anyone with his arrival?
[[ open causeway, if with SP warning until later tonight! ]] | |
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| It hadn't escaped Harper's notice that there were students toting babies around for an assignment, so she got to the store a little early and started putting out all sorts of used baby gear in the windows. There were cribs, strollers, and blankets. And of course there was plenty of baby clothes, though most of it looked pretty normal boring to Harper. Get all of your baby gear here! New parents get 25% off the ticket price.Things Reborn was open! [Don't bother waiting for OCD. I'm too distracted today.] | |
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| Hurley was spending his downtime flipping through some old comics. That meta Jughead was so silly. Covent Garden FlowersVida Boheme, prop. Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets! Delivery available upon request. [ooc: OCD free! Also, interaction free until I get home. But I will reply to all pings!] | |
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| Today, the frat was in the bowling alley. Yes, every single boy (and Illyria) were going to get a chance to wear those atrociously awesome shoes. Hannibal, though, was grinning. He was killing two birds with one stone: getting some bowling practice and leading the frat. Arthur, meanwhile, had his arms crossed, and was sending Hannibal the occasional utterly uncaring look to signify how he was only leading the frat because Arthur was letting him. "Today, we're bowling," Hannibal said in case no one could tell. "It's simple. You choose a ball and throw it down the lane. The object is to knock all the pins down within two rolls. If you do it in one, you've got a strike. Do it in two, you've got a spare. Don't do it, well, you just suck at bowling." Hannibal figured most of them would suck at least once. Grinning, Hannibal pointed at the two ditch like lanes on the sides of the main lane. "Avoid those. Those are gutters. They give you no points. Everyone got it? Questions?" "I'd ask what the point of this sport was," Arthur added, conversationally, "But I would hate to get us all tied up in philosophy when we're supposed to try to have a good time. Everyone? Scatter." [written with the faboo bitch_prince! ocd is up! go wild!] | |
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| There was, as always, a HELP WANTED sign up by the door. The perennial 'open' sign was also pressed to the glass; Cable wasn't paying a lick of attention otherwise.
His menagerie had been reduced back to three (child, dog, fox) now that Wade was back to normal, which meant the store was a lot quieter -- and he had the chance to talk Irene through what was starting to turn out to be something of a politically difficult situation.
"I'm not saying he's necessarily corrupt, Irene..."
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| So, yeah, Ray was going through paperwork for the sake of talking down New Guy on what all the shit was all about. Not thinkin' about the fact that he was only going to be here for another week, was going to have to say goodbye to Fraser, might actually get a glimpse of Pepper if he was, uh. Lucky.
New York, man. It was no Chicago, but he was gonna be up and at them, no problem.
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| They'd gotten in a shipment of winter outerwear: coats, jackets, vests, scarves, hats, gloves. All that good stuff. Jenny thought it was a bit rich, considering it had already gotten cold, but whatever. She redressed the mannequins in the window (sticking a pilgrim hat on one and a feather headdress on the other, as a concession to the Americans), then started trying on some of the new things, since what was the point of being the manager if she didn't get first dibs?
Pixie Dust is open, except for during the lunch hour. | |
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