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| Mina was behind the lobby desk today, making a sign for the window advertising the vacancies in the building. It was almost time for the new term. That meant new teachers on the island. Hopefully ones that didn't have loud parties or smashed walls. She'd been watching too many American sitcoms in her off hours. [ooc: Post is open! The info post is sorta updated via the friending list updates, she's not evicted anyone who hasn't quite left the island yet. Feel free to mod the sign as NOT listing your apartment as vacant for anyone still here the next few days :D Also, if I've mistakenly removed you from the list, let me know too!] | |
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| There were no ornaments in desk drawers, no powdered sugar falling from the sky and no egg nog flowing from faucets.
Gibbs had never been happier that the Christmas Season was over. He was now taking a moment to enjoy a good cup of coffee as he finished up the nuisance paperwork from the holidays.
Definitely the best time of the year. | |
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| Settling back into a routine was always, in her opinion, quite nice after a vacation. Granted, they were still technically on vacation, as there were no classes, but Hinata figured that as she was on the island that there was no reason to not come in and open up the shop.
It gave her something to do, was part of her routine, and really—Hinata could spend ages in a bookshop anyway. As far as she was concerned there were no downsides to it.
Yei was of the same mind as her kitten curled around her ankles, purring, and then headed off to explore the shelves as she settled in with a book to read the hours away.
Book Haven is Open. | |
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| Tino was not in a good mood when Adrian got in to work today, and Adrian knew exactly why.
"No one was going to believe you were the boss here for long," Adrian pointed out as he made himself a drink.
Tino just glared and walked off to the back room. Ooh, Adrian might be on his own today. | |
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| In most retail stores, the week after Christmas means only one things: Returns. People returning Christmas presents they didn't want, for merchandise they probably don't need.
But in a store like 'Dite's, which had a discrete sign announcing a no-return policy on most items, she really didn't have that problem.
Until now.
"Let me get this straight." She glared at the man in front of her. "You're telling me you had me do an emergency order for 48 wireless remote vibrators because you were making a giant vibrating ornament and now you don't want them because they all work on separate remotes, so you're returning 46 of the 48 vibrators?" Excuse her if her voice was getting a little shrill at the end there. "I got you free shipping and a discount -- two days before Christmas!"
The man smiled and nodded. "Yes." He picked one up. "But it's okay, see, I put them all back in their little plastic boxes."
'Dite just stared at him.
Several minutes and a few zaps later she was sitting behind her counter reading a magazine and calmly drinking a mug of nectar while her former erstwhile customer gathered himself and his pile of 46 vibrators out of the middle of the street.
Aphrodite glanced out the window at him. "Mortals." And she went back to sipping her nectar.
'Dite's Decadent Delights is open. No returns, please.
(ooc: Post open. Expecting two later today, but it's free for anyone who's looking to annoy the goddess.) | |
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| With the holidays now over, Worf had begun the menial task of removing the Christmas decoration from the store. After fifteen minutes of this he had given up and was now re-engineering the Christmas lights so that the bulbs would stay lit if one burned out.
Unfortunately it resulted in a horrible tangle of wires which just made Worf even more grumpy.
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| The Yule Log channel wasn't showing any more. Ordinarily Lacey would be sad about that, but Not This Year. Oh, no. This year, she'd gone back to Dog River for Christmas -- actually intending to go to Dog River, rather than ending up back in Dog River after a disastrous attempt to fly to Toronto that somehow took her from Saskatchewan to Nova Scotia to British Columbia and back by way of Every. Single. Province. Ever -- and gotten an iPod Touch from Brent and Hank as a Christmas gift. And they'd preloaded it with the Yule Log app. So here she was back in Fandom, and it was like having Christmas in her pocket year round, as long as she remembered to keep the battery charged. It also meant the kitchen staff had a much easier time of it getting away with antics in the kitchen . . . which would explain the miniature marshmallow mountain range taking shape if you peered through the service window. Lacey didn't notice. Today's Specials Candied Yam Casserole With Marshmallows Roast Herbed Turkey with Gravy and Stuffing Chinese Chicken Salad Luke's is open, and that Yule Log is virtually crackling away. Yes, still. It'll be virtually warm to go with that marshmallow ski resort back there. | |
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| Ender was pretty sure he wasn't exactly needed at work right now, but that wasn't going to stop him from actually working. He had data to sort out, some stuff about Jacen from Ben to go through, and new arc reactor schematics to put up.
He worked diligently all day; by the end of the afternoon, he was mailing Val some of his findings.
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| So Jak'd promised Tara he wasn't going anywhere right off the bat. Then last night, he'd found his phone. This morning, he'd found a message. The phone had been stared at. He'd had no idea what to say, so she just got a message that was... a message. He had no clue what she was expecting, but he had a hunch it wasn't what he was. It was all still too weird. Too... off, or something. As soon as dawn had breached, Jak had left his comfortingly sulphuric room to make his way down to the beach, securing his Morph gun on the way. Leaving it behind already felt strange, like there was something missing at his side while he was in the dorms. He knelt down, and shoved the butt of his gun into the sand. And looked up at the sky. Strange. [[ open beach, open post ]] | |
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| How Clark had gotten talked into returning to the bar was not something he cared to think on for long. Let's go with Tino was pathetic and Clark could use the money. Besides, Tino was being kind of weird and distracting with some neck pogo-stick contraption and claiming it was better than plastic surgery. Clark wasn't asking. | |
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| In order to get a little practice in while waiting for clients, Kyle was making a house of cards on his desk, using the Force to stack the cards.
Honestly, he was cheating there. By the time he got to the third level, the house was about to collapse, but he used the Force to give it some reinforcing.
[OOC: I shun OCD. SHUN IT!] | |
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| Mina Murray sat at a table, sipping idly at a plain coffee, thank you very much. She didn't hold for gingerbread or peppermint or any other so-called 'festive' flavoring in her caffeine. She liked her tea and coffee the same way. Strong and simple. Somewhat like she liked her men, really.
She noted in her reflection in one of the store's windows that her red roots were beginning to show. She wondered if she should let it grow out again, and abandon her blondness.
She rather liked her hair both ways, really.
[ooc: Open like an open post!] | |
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| As well-versed as Biff was in Josh's life, he was very amused by Christmas falling in the winter, and even more amused by the expectation that there should have been snow in Jerusalem to mark the event.
...the less people asked Biff about his opinion on the Magi, the better.
He was in his normal spot behind the counter if anyone was looking for after-Christmas specials on weaponry. Not that there were any specials. Or he'd sell them to you if there were. | |
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| The first thing Jak noticed after he hurled himself through the portal was that it was white. White like the snow back in Haven. That couldn't be right-- he could swear it should be the summer season back here.
Unless 'back here' wasn't what he'd banked on it being. Shit.
The second thing he noticed was that the weight on his shoulder was absent. "Daxter--?!" Nothing. Shit.
The third thing he noticed, as such things were, was the tell-tale spire of the castle and the asphalt under his feet. "...I made it," he said, "But... where is 'it'?" He looked behind him. Nothing. No portals, or anything.
With a wary frown on his face, Jak began to walk back across the causeway. Everything seemed almost intangible. "Dax?"
"I'm reading ya, buddy," Jak's communicator crackled, suddenly, "This portal's giving me no love! It like... ran out of mojo." He breathed an internal sigh of relief.
"Got it, Dax," he said, thoughtfully, "I'll get back to you... after I check this out."
[[ thread with jak locked to one, but open for your causeway-y needs ]] | |
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| Damon was back in Caritas and was attempting to determine how much overtime Chuck owed him for covering shifts the past couple weeks plus working on Christmas. He wasn't too good at math and so far had only come up with "a lot".
Tino wanted to point out that Damon didn't deserve overtime because a lot more work got done when he wasn't around but figured that would probably only make Damon hang around more. He was annoying like that. | |
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| Dean had spent a fairly quiet Christmas with his family, glad as always to be back in Fandom for a visit. There was still a part of him that kind of boggled that the Winchesters were now having fairly normal holiday celebrations, the occasional Fandom weirdness aside, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. (Which had become disturbingly literal the morning before when he was helping to put together Gracie's new rocking horse.)
Anyhow, the day had went amazingly well, but now it was the day after Christmas and Dean felt the need to check up on his little brother, so he dragged Sammy away from the house and to the Perk for some coffee and friendly brotherly probing. (Not dirty, no matter what Castiel's online friends thought!)
He ordered their drinks -- some weirdly named concotion for Sammy that had taken longer to order than it had taken to pour Dean's own black coffee, then took them over to the table where Sammy was already waiting for him.
"So," he began as he sat down, shoving Sammy's drink across the table to him, "anything new I should know about?"
[open for all your coffeehouse visiting or Winchester bothering needs :)] | |
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| Ellie was a little surprised when she arrived at the hotel to find holiday music still playing. She wasn't complaining too much, though. At least not right away.
Today's Special Eggnog and Gingerbread cookies
[No ocd today.] | |
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| Fred's Christmas had been spent alone with beer.
Light beer, too. Which made the whole thing suck even more.
This all meant there was a cranky fat man, without a beard or any Santa trappings, ready to grumblingly give you service at the gym.
He'd really motivate people with anger today, if they asked for a personal trainer session. Oh yes.
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| If Merlin's owl was to be any use at all, it was going to need to learn specific skills that Merlin didn't have a chance in hell to impart on it. For example, Owain needed to learn how to walk, an ability that Merlin, if you asked Arthur, had never really managed to master.
Brynmor, on the other hand, needed to learn how to walk without begging for treats every few steps. It only made sense in Arthur's head that they both be taken out for this purpose at once (it wasn't like Bryn had the hunting instincts to go after the owl if the idea as much as even skimmed her deluded head).
So there was an owl, being called to, occasionally waddling through the snow in the park. And there was a dog, clomping through selfsame snow like a deranged avalanche of fur.
If Arthur spent a few long moments scritching the dog behind the ear or wrapping an arm around her neck, well, it wasn't like either of them were going to tell.
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| Dinah'd had the right idea from a few days ago. The ice on the pond was still holding steady and Karla was determined to get a few more ice skating trips in before the ice became unsteady. She wasn't sure how long she'd have, but, unlike Glacia, she doubted Fandom's weather would remain this cold for weeks on end.
On her way to the lake, she noticed something odd. There was a goose, settled on what looked like a nest with a single large egg in it, with a proud gander standing slightly to the side. But, out of season as the nesting was, that wasn't the odd thing. What Karla found odd, even for Fandom, was that the goose was wearing some kind of head covering, while the gander was carrying...was that a shepherd's crook?
Shaking her head, she continued on. Only to be greeted by the same tableau again. And again. And yet again. By the time she arrived at the pond, she'd seen six different groups of geese, each perched on a single egg.
Man, this island was weird.
Though the baby goslings that had hatched by the time she was heading home were awfully cute, it had to be admitted.
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| Damon didn't mind working on Christmas. He wasn't exactly the gift giving type and, if he was, the only person he'd give a gift to would sooner break his neck than put up with him. So he was in a pretty cheerful mood at the bar today, dancing along to Christmas music and hitting Tino over the head whenever he walked by. Merry Christmas indeed. | |
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| Today's service was much like yesterday's only even more handwaved, except that the sermon focused more on the charity of the season, and honoring God's gift of His only son to mankind by giving to those less fortunate not just during the Christmas season, but all year 'round -- and perhaps also by not riding off to conquer or slaughter those that are different in His name, thanks muchly.
Of course, it was still in Aramaic, so that Important Message might have gotten a little bit lost.
[ooc: and I'm off for the day. Or possibly to spend fifteen minutes madly reading info posts and THEN going off for the day. . . .] | |
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| Today's mass was actually surprisingly traditional. There were carols, beautiful and haunting, sung by the choir. A processional reenacted the gift of the magi, after blessing each offering, and the small statue of the baby Jesus in creche. Even Castiel's sermon managed to stay pretty well on track, discussing the sacrifice involved in sending one's only son to Earth for the sole purpose of dying for the sins of mankind. There was a whole sidebar into something about aliens and the possibility of multiple Christs on multiple planets or something, but it was only a brief interlude before things got back on track.
Of course, Castiel also performed the whole thing in Aramaic. So, uh. There was that.
When Castiel got traditional, dude got traditional.
[ooc: no OCD today. I'm hopefully going home in 20 minutes, and then I get to run off to festivities not too long after that, so if you're looking for Cass interaction, make a note and be ready for some quality slow play.] | |
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| Hoshi was not planning on heading home for the holidays. She wouldn't have minded seeing her father, but Christmas with her mother and siblings was almost a recipe for disaster. She had no problem with coming in to work on Christmas Eve, either. Instead of sitting at the front desk, though, she took Porthos to play in the snow just outside the hotel entrance. They hadn't been out there long when a reindeer with Christmas lights in its antlers stumbled out of the nearby trees. "Huh. That's something you don't see everyday," said Hoshi, staring at the reindeer. Welcome to the Arms Hotel! Today's Specials Teriyaki Roast Chicken Fried Wontons Deep-friend Shrimp Sushi Cake Japanese Christmas Cake[Open and OCD-free! Varying degrees of SP until this evening.] | |
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| "Where the hell is Eriksen!" Barney wasn't impressed by Tino's shrug and took it upon himself to get behind the bar and pour himself a niiiiiice tall drink. It went well with his cigar.
"What do you mean there's no smoking in the bar?" Barney scoffed, flicking ash in Tino's direction. "Let's let the zombies decide."
'Course, the zombies didn't talk so much as grunt and Barney was playing translator so he won, and Tino leaned downwind, coughing fakely.
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| Sam had been trying not to focus on the date, but his laptop, not caring about his feelings, had oh-so-helpfully reminded him that today was Peter's birthday. Looking for Sylar was a little too hard when all he could think about was how happy he and Peter had been a year ago, and since Caritas wasn't open yet, Sam had little choice but to drown his sorrows in coffee instead. He sat down with his drink and pulled out his phone, debating whether or not to call Claire, or maybe Dean. He didn't want to bring Claire down though, and he didn't want to worry Dean when he was already heading to town, so instead, he left yet another message for Chuck. It was a short distraction, but one he definitely needed. [Open for all your coffee needs, of course!] | |
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| The fruitcake had been interesting. Slightly more annoying than the tinsel rain, but not as fun as the multi-colored snow. At least it appeared Raven had been able to keep Hercules from eating too much of it. Either that or the cakes that demanded to be eaten had found him to be a pushover and left him alone; Aphrodite wasn't sure which was closer to the truth. So far today had been free of any Fandom type surprises, as long as she didn't count the NPC guy that insisted he had to have 48 bullet vibrators with wireless remote control before Christmas. He'd said he was making a very special present for someone. She'd raised an eyebrow and put in an emergency order for the guy. Speaking of presents, what was that currently being knocked about in Hercules's agile paws? "Herc, stop that!" Small, wrapped in silver, with a tiny red bow. Curious she started to unwrap it, then stopped to rescue another one from the cat, this one in blue with a silver ribbon. "Where are you getting these?" Hercules looked up at a display and 'Dite followed his gaze. To her surprise she saw more tiny presents, on several shelves. That was different. With a smile she finished opening the first one and laughed at the chocolate bar she found. The second one was similar. The third only slightly different. "Well," she said as took a bite of chocolate, "this puts a whole new spin on Merry X-mas." (ooc: Post and store open. Links are very NWS. Hope everyone's having a good holiday season.) | |
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| There were no classes this week, which made work an even more welcome distraction. All talk of people going home made her all to aware that she missed her family, so Beka was glad to have sommat to do today. It wasn't catching child slavers or even a cut purse, but it was work.
And there were presents. The bubble gum was interesting, but she was saving the rest of the mysterious gifts for the customers. | |
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| Lion-o was rather touched when he found the first little present underneath a stack of menus. There was another one that appeared when he wiped down the counter. "Hey Snarf, I think the guys in the kitchen are finally starting to like me if they keep giving me presents," he said, beaming. Today's Special Bacon Double Cheese Stuffed Burgers | |
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| Naomi was on time for her shift, making sure that everything was set up and organized before she opened.
Stark Industries is open. | |
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