Red Appreciation Day gathering at the Park, 5pm

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The trees are merrily festooned with red ribbons, tied in beautiful bows and dropped haphazardly by harpy from above. Festooned is such a good word, isn't it? Fairy lights have been set up, purely decorative now, but likely to augment the park lampposts - many of them daubed with red paint - once it gets dark.

An obviously home-made banner swings between two trees, red paint bearing the message, "Come celebrate our wonderful Mayor!" Beneath the banner are two six-foot long tables bearing (currently) raspberry tortes, a fruit platter, curry chicken, teriyaki chicken, couscous with mushrooms, baklava, crustata and vegetarian lasagne. Also on the table is a box of red ribbons, each with a pin on the back, out for anyone to take and wear.

Movie Sign Theater 3000, Saturday, November 5

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NOW PLAYING
Manos: The Hands of Fate
12:30, 2:00, 3:30, 5:00, 6:30, 8:00

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[jquayle.livejournal.com]

Justin wanders the town streets early in the morning, he's in need for a muffin or just some fresh air. Inside, he's looking for Lana, and he should probably go to her dorm but that would be too forward of him.

The Beach -Morning- [Open]

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Despite House's best efforts no not *that* way you pervs Wilson hadn't slept well. Both doctors knew the reason for the bad night and though House hadn't grumped a single grump when Wilson woke, screaming, for the third time in two hours, the oncologist had given up on sleeping.

In an attempt to help ensure that the older man might actually be able to get back to a Vicodin assisted slumber...and since he couldn't really go anywhere at that hour due to the curfew, Wilson had sat quietly in the bed, stroking House's hair and watching the shadows on the walls. As those shadows had slowly lightened and the sun rose, Wilson slid out from under House and began his morning ritual.

Freshly showered and shaved, the oncologist had checked on Jack and then...on Grissom, spending a few extra minutes with the professor, dark eye staring almost blankly at the file in front of him. Eventually, he left Grissom to his rest and since curfew was lifted, he tucked MegaPager onto his belt and headed out for a walk and some coffee.

Grinning to himself, as he walked through what looked like the remains of a hell of a party in the Park, Wilson went past the Perk, getting himself a large coffee to help ward off the morning chill. Since he could only imagine that the Park would be a little busy and he didn't want to get underfoot he headed on down to the beach. He hadn't been here since Duce's bonfire, simply hadn't had the time though he probably should have tried to make the time, he'd always found the ocean soothing.

The steady wash of the waves coming up on the sand, felt like a comforting hand moving across his hair and the rich scent of the sea water cleared his foggy head. Wilson took his shoes off and walked for a little ways, letting the cool sand get into the cuffs of his slacks but eventually he stopped and sat down on the beach, eyes cast out towards the unrelenting tide. Setting his shoes beside him, he curled one long leg up towards his chest, wrapping his arm around his knee and balancing his coffee cup precariously from the tips of lean fingers while he watched the sparkle of sunlight dance across the moving waters.

[ooc: Ahhh, feels good to get him out of the Clinic for a bit. Feel free to tag him, I would adore it. :)]

Staff Meeting

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Crow once again decides to actually do some of his managerial duties and help organize the staff meeting. He is standing outside the concession stands waiting for everyone to show up. He would have held in the breakroom but he didn't want Crunch to get overwhelmed and start macking on people in there. At least not until he had another camera set up.

"Alright, alright shut up everyone! We've, and by we've I mean I, organized this staff meeting to make sure everyone here is on the right track. Cause I don't want to do any more work than I have to and I figure the more you know what you're doing the less I'm going to have to do. It's logic, Kirk, logic."

"We're open Friday through Sunday with the occasional stinkburger on Wednesday. I figure we divide the shifts into matinee (12-4ish) and night shift (5-whenever) on whichever day or days you can work. If you need to have the spotlight on you at all times and need a special schedule nows the time to do it. But I must warn you if you annoy us too much with your schedule choices then we will be forced to make you listen to Air Supply records. Or worse, make you listen to Tom sing Air Supply tunes."

"And another (and slightly OOC) thing is that we will have a separate thread for the box office, each showing, the concession stand, the breakroom and the peanut gallery. Try to keep this nice and neat. If any of the customers mess it up take their money first and then beat them with a leg of ham."

"And on a more personal note, whoever is in charge with the concession stand be careful with the butter machine. If anything odd comes out of it, say, a Kim Cattrall movie or the occasional girly magazine don't throw it away. I live there and I don't appreciate my stuff being thrown out."

"I think that covers it, unless my dim witted associates have anything to add?"

((I'll put in separate threads in here too cause I'm anal retentive. I'll be gone most of the afternoon fyi.))

The Perk - Saturday morning

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Veronica enters the coffee shop, orders a very large chai latte, and settles in at a table in the corner with her laptop.

She's working on her newspaper article and planning her investigation into Kitty's death.


[ooc: V is interruptable. This is mostly for Marshall, but she'll chat with anyone who stops by. Also open to anyone who wants to play in the perk. Mun is around until 4ish, then is going to drink wine with Phoebe!mun. May be playing FH slightly inebriated later.]

Red's Office hours at Town Hall

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Red trotted off to work at the office for half a day. Gladys left him some paperwork that needed signing and he had a few things to tie up before the beginning of the new week and a new set of papers to sign.

He made a note for Gladys to get a rubber stamp of his signature.

His office door was open.

Phale's Rare Books, Saturday

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The sign on the door reads CLOSED. There's a light on, somewhere deep within the shop. You can try knocking, but it's unlikely that you'll get an answer.

The Park, morning

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Tex took a deep breath, the familiar tang of filtered air filling her lungs. It was good to feel the weight of her armour pressing on her shoulders again, the heightened reflexes and strength. This was probably the best mood you could possibly catch her in.

Saturday

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The Chalkboard reads

Catering the Echolls' party. See you tomorrow.

On patrol - 05Nov05

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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.

Chaucer's Back Room, Saturday Night (Mildly NWS)

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The back room has been aired out, snacks and drinks procured, and now Geoff is just hanging out, waiting for his guests.


((Private thread for prof_cregg, ten_and_chips, and prof_methos. Available for broadcast, however.))

Outside the Kwik Stop: Saturday night (after curfew)

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Jay and Silent Bob are in their usual spot outside the Kwik Stop. They stand in (relative) silence, passing a flask and a joint between them. They seem to be back to normal, which means they're definitely high, possibly drunk, and very bored. If someone were to entertain them, they'd likely share...