Perk: Early Morning

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Fred managed to balance her cup of coffee and a muffin on her binder as she walked through the crowd. She saw some people she sort of knew from the school but did not really approach them. She sat at a round table towards the back. She had left Evie very happily snuggled under the covers but made sure to tell her she was leaving this time and to come meet her if she got up and wanted coffee.



((open to anyone as Fred is basically new to the throng as a character in regular play and most certainly open to egyptianlove any time))

The Museum- Thursday, November 3, 2005

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Amanda comes down in the elevator from her apartment, and pushes some hair out of her face as she unlocks her office and goes inside.

The Emporium is Open -- Thursday

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The sign remains in the window:

"The Emporium will be closed Saturday/Sunday. Stock up now! We will reopen on Monday."

Michael was almost glad to be escaping the place for a couple of days, considering the news from the school about a possible murder running around. It reminded him of the time his mother found the body of a young hustler behind the diner back in Pittsburgh. Which also led him to remember that his adopted son had known that kid, and if not for luck and better street smarts, might have been that kid. He sighed, and began sweeping the floor, looking distracted.

Red's is Open!

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Coming down the stairs, Red was moving slow. He slept wrong and there was a noticable limp from where one could suspect he might have a crick in his neck. After turning on the sign and unlocking the shop door, he slowly hitched around to the back of the counter.

It took a few tries before he was able to get up onto his stool and slowly, ever so gingerly, he pulled out a magazine to stare at the picture it flipped open to because...ow...hurt to move his neck to turn the pages.

What it Takes November 3, 2005

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Gabby is in her office surfing E-bay for new high heels. She likes looking for shoes so she is in a good mood.

Thursday

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The Chalkboard reads:

New Hours: 11 AM -9 PM
Please note!!
Curfew is strictly!!! enforced at Deb's.
If you're here after 9:30, you're locked in until morning,
and your housemates will get called with your location.



All lunches $4
Lunch Specials for Thursday:

Hot ham, cheese and sprouts in a pita
Tuna salad pita
Falafel pita

All lunches come with a salad and a drink.

Dessert, $1:
Brownies
Lemon bars
Cherry pie

On the Beach after classes for the day

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Maia stood on the empty beach, her shoes were on a beach chair and her jeans were rolled up. She was picking up shells and bits of wood and hurling them as hard as she could out into the water. She stood with her bare feet in the freezing water. The waves came in and deposited sand over her feet, when she went to deep she would step up and let it wash over her feet again. Picking up some more beach pebbles she threw them as hard as she could out into the ocean.


((Conversation between Justin and Maia is NFB))

Blood Gulch Arms - Thursday (NFB)

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Tex opens up the shop this morning. She got called away on business the day before. She would have prefered to postpone it until she could wear her armour again, but when they doubled her pay it was hard to say no.

Not bothered with putting up new signs, she just scratched out the part that didn't apply anymore and went back to sit behind her counter.

Just in: Peacekeeper weapons
Pulse pistol and Pulse rifle


Special offer: gas mask and goggles
Price: $46
Students: $37


((Shop lay out and supplies can be found here.))

First Local Bank

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It hasn't been busy at the bank, but it's been steady. A slow stream of customers, most with simple requests, have kept Salmoneus too busy to think about his freshly pierced ear. It's slowed down, though, and he now sits at his desk looking at the blue stone. He wonders if he should get some new robes to go with his new adornment, and what Gabrielle would say if she knew.


[ooc: Come in and say hi!]

Sanctity: Open

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Absently, Zhaan dusted the top of the register, then moved around the shop, poking at things here and there. It was busy-work, something to do while her mind plotted.

Turning a stone paperweight around, she started humming.

The song was an old Delvian air, a praise to the Goddess and her benevolence, the music slightly lilting and lovely. The song did not contain linoleum, however.

The Perk, late Thursday Afternoon

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Ben is sitting inside, green tea growing cold in the cup next to him. He is peering intently through his glasses that make him look so sex-ay at the manuscript he's been working on, lost in thought, pen tapping against his lips.

((ooc: Feel free to interrupt Ben...or to just come sit in the Perk and ignore the man altogether. Open to everybody.))

The Cat's Groovy Boutique is Open

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The Cat is in the shop ironing himself, every so often he looks over at what looks like a computer monitor on a trolly and sighs, before seeing his reflection and grinning.

Phales Rare Books, Thursday Afternoon

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The door to the shop is open, and Aziraphale is sitting in his usual chair, reading.


[OOC: Available until 6:00 EST, sloooow-play after that]

The Perk, Thursday morning

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Tara smiles at the vendor at the Perk, ordering a strong cup of coffee and a pumpernickle bagel with cream cheese as well as her own peppermint tea and... she peruses the pastries. Oooh, custard donut. Yes!

The Mistah Fixits!

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yaymckay and kelowna_j

The Mistah Fixits!
(working out of 'The Pollyanna and Eeyore' cnr Revello and Bergen)

Fixing your household problems since 2005!

Voicemail here(Jonas) and here(Rodney).

Wonka Sweets Shop - OPEN

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Tonks wasn't brooding anymore, but rather physically and emotionally throwing herself into everything. Her hair was back to the flamboyant pink spikes. She paused in front of Wonka's to adjust the strap of the satchel slung over her shoulder, and glanced at the window. "God, he's fast." She observed.

She knew that the Halloween town had been retired, to a glass case behind the counter, but she hadn't expected it to be replaced so fast. The help wanted sign was still there, but the window was decorated for Thanksgiving. There were candies shaped like turkeys, feathers and all, each as big as a closed fist, surrounding a chocolate Mayflower in a spun-sugar bottle.

Tonks wore a delighted grin as she pulled her key out of the pocket of her patched jeans and unlocked the door. After making cocoa for any customers, she went to stand behind the counter.

On patrol - 03Nov05

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The Fandom Town Police Department sends out the evening patrol. If any students are in town close to the 10pm curfew, they will be able to get a police officer to escort them back to campus if they wish.

Spike's Pub - Open - 11/3

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For the brothers, as they get used to opening the Pub, set up times decrease. They are becoming more familiar with routine which doesn't sit easily with them. But they have great respect for Spike and will do as they are instructed to keep the Pub open.

The switch was flipped and the lights come on, OPEN blinking to life.

Thursday In Town Deliveries

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Delivered to the TARDIS, attention the Doctor (ten_and_chips).
( For the Doctor: )

Delivered to the residence of Rodney McKay (yaymckay).
( For Rodney: )

Delivered to the Echolls residence, attention Rory Gilmore (rory_gilmore).
( For Rory: )

Delivered to the Echolls residence, attention Logan Echolls (psycho_jackass).
( For Logan: )

On rooftops, around town, shortly before curfew

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The Tick wasn't a detective. He knew this. If there was an investigation to be done, it would have to be done by other people. People who thought with their brains.

The Tick thought with his heart. He felt things. And right now, he felt that he had to be out here, running around on the town's roofs. A week ago, somewhere around here, a life had been ended too soon. He watched the alleys as he lept from roof to roof, not expecting to spot anything, but you never knew until you looked.

He was devoted to protecting the people. A week ago, he didn't even know Kitty was in need of protection. This was worse than if he had been there and failed. He didn't have a chance to save her.

The Tick stopped. The alley he was now overlooking probably wasn't where it happened. He didn't even know if anyone knew where it happened. But this felt like the place to stop. He reached into his pocketand pulled out an object as he walked to the edge of the roof. He was now holding a Pez dispenser. It had Garfield's head on it.

The Tick laid the Pez dispenser on the roof's parapet. If he couldn't do anything to save her life, he could at least honor it in a small way. He turned back knowing that he had done something for her.

Thursday Morning - Triple Deak Ice Rink

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Gordon Bombay limped to the door. It was cold this morning and the cold made his old knee injury flare up. He unlocked the padlock on the front door and pocketed both the padlock and the key. Triple Deak Ice Rink and Sporting Goods (just 'Triple Deak' for short) wasn't due to open officially for a few hours, but he figured there was no harm in leaving the door open and setting up early.

He posted the schedule on the door.

12pm-6pm: Rink open to public
6pm-9:30pm: Fandom High hockey squad practice

The hockey squad from the nearby school had the rink booked for practice tonight. Gordon didn't coach hockey anymore now that he had this business, but it'd be interesting to see what kind of talent the school had. The squad captain, a kid named Charlie funnily enough, had stopped by earlier in the week to secure a regular time for his squad to practice.

Tonight was a little off-schedule, but they had the rink every Wednesday night as of next week from 6pm until closing. They were closing a little earlier tonight, since - according to a voicemail from Charlie - the kids had to be back on campus in time for the curfew.

But before then, the rink was open for business. Hopefully they'd get some people wanting to skate.

After taking the money out of the safe and filling the cash register, Fulton finally made his way from their makeshift residence out back to the main service area. He waved at Gordon and went about setting up the rink for the day, making sure the refrigeration units were working fine and that the rink was at the right temperature.

"Fulton!"

"Yeah Coach?" Old habits died hard.

"I'm gonna go get us some breakfast. You want anything?"

"Um.. bagel?"

"Okay. I won't be long."

"The island's about a mile long, Coach. It's not like you can get lost."

"Ha ha," Gordon replied and limped out the door into the fresh air. Not quite as crisp as Minnesota, but good enough for now. Now all he needed was to find somewhere to grab a bite to eat.. and some coffee.