Mass, Sunday morning.

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Father Jack has the pulpit to himself once more.

He conducts mass, taking as his text the first few verses of Matthew 25.

He asks the congregation to consider whether they wish to spend their time living in the light, awake, with the wise virgins -- or in the dark, asleep with the foolish ones.

Of Past Regrets and Future Failures: Sunday Morning on the beach

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Maia sat with her shoes off on a blanket spread on the ground. She was breathing slowly in and out watching the waves coming in. Every now and then she took a sharp breath but for the most part she is peaceful and absorbed in her thoughts. Images coming to her slowly with each sharp intake of breath, but in her slower moments she saw nothing and was glad.

Sunday Specials

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The Chalkboard reads:

Open until 9 PM. Curfew is strictly enforced at Deb's.


Sunday Dinner Special, $7.50 includes drink and dessert:

Fried Chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beens, sweet potatoes, hot biscuits

Roasted Chicken, steamed vegetables

Steamed vegetable plate.


Desserts:

Chocolate Mint cheesecake
Prince of Wales pie
Blackberry pie
Bread pudding

The Park by the Pond - Sunday Morning [Open of course!]

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He'd slept well last night, curled up against House and with his pager blessedly silent for the night. There had been one small instance of a night terror but House had quickly soothed it away and Wilson had closed his eyes, vulnerable and trusting in his lover to keep the rest of the night peaceful for them both.

Morning found Wilson up and restless with House grumbling something about the evils of sunlight and pulling the blankets back over his head so the younger man had pulled himself together and headed out for a morning walk. He'd gone by The Perk for coffee and today, perhaps in fear of the beach at this point, he wandered into the Park.

He hadn't been down to the pond yet, though he'd heard about it in passing conversations and decided that was as good a destination as any. It was a nice morning, if perhaps a bit chilly, the morning sun cast little crystals of rainbow color across the dew laden grass and Wilson smiled to himself as he took in deep breaths of the crisp air. Finding a bench that had been warmed dry by the sun's rays he settled down and sprawled his legs out in front of him, looking out across the still water. Somewhere, out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw a duck go paddling by but his attention was focused inwards.

He was thinking about Julie, thinking about what had driven him out here to this rather...unique island called Fandom. Without being completely aware of doing so, he began to sing aloud the lyrics to an old song from his past.

"Rock on- gold dust woman, Take your silver spoon, And dig your grave, Heartless challenge, Pick your path and I'll pray,
Wake up in the morning, See your sunrise- loves- to go down, Lousy lovers- pick their prey, But they never cry out loud."

Tapping his toe in time with the beat in his head, at least Wilson was a good singer...even unaccompanied, it was about the only special talent, outside medicine, that he could lay claim to.

"Did she make you cry, Make you break down, Shatter your illusions of love, Is it over now- do you know how, Pick up the pieces and go home. Rock on - Ancient Queen, Follow those who pale, In your shadow, Rulers make bad lovers, You better put your kingdom up for sale."

Taking a sip of his coffee, Wilson closed his eyes, making himself picture his ex-wife's face as he tried to answer questions the song unerringly touched upon.

"Did she make you cry, Make you break down, Shatter your illusions of love, Is it over now- do you know how, Pickup the pieces and go home."

Wrinkling his nose, Wilson let the sound of his own voice echo in his ear as he lay his head back against the back of the bench and stared up at the bright blue sky. It really was... a most beautiful morning.

[ooc: No angst, promise just singing and thinking if anyone wants to wander by.]

Movie Sign Theater 3000, Sunday, November 6

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

Phale's Rare Books, Sunday

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The door is once again open, and the shop is filled with the inviting smell of pastries. Back in the reading lounge, Aziraphale sits curled up in corner of the big couch, reading a novel. Beside him, Crowley is lounging, stretched out with his feet up on the arm of the couch and his head resting on Aziraphale's thigh. He's reading a newspaper.


EDITED: The shop is now CLOSED. Crowley and Aziraphale are on their way out. [OOC: Shop has closed following Tonks' arrival.]

Serenity Cove: Kitty Pryde's Memorial

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The sun is just setting over the ocean as the crowd gathers around the pile of wood that will be Kitty Pryde's memorial fire.

There's a slightly raised stage-like area set up, for the speakers to stand on.

A fair distance away from the fire itself is a table with several dozen pens and a stack of paper.

Next to that is another table with a framed picture of Kitty, and a growing pile of flowers.

People are encouraged to listen to speeches, and say goodbye to Kitty however they deem appropriate.

On patrol - 06Nov05

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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.

The park by the duck pond, Sunday evening

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Michael and Ben are back from their trip and are in the park, feeding the ducks. Michael could swear that he can see that some of them have teeth, and while Ben would normally blow that off as crazy talk, this was Fandom...so he keeps an eye out for the teeth and keeps his hands at a safe distance from their beaks.

((ooc: open to anyone. Want to play while I can...feel free to come talk to one or both of them))

The Perkolator: Sunday evening.

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Duce heads into The Perk, holding hands with Oz. After assessing the menu, she orders something that sounds distressingly froofroo and European. A momentary consideration is given to the bakery selection before she adds some sort of scary, sinful, decadent chocolate thing to the list. Giving Oz an amused look, she chirps, "And how are you caffeinating yourself this evening?"

Her mood is positively bouyant. She's beaming at everything and everyone, and even the snakes are writhing gleefully. She hasn't been this obviously jubilant since.. well.. since the day of the zombie attack.

Spikes Pub is Open 11/6

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The brothers having their own tasks for the day, finally converged at the Pub at the appointed time to open up for business.

Kadaj counted out the till, Yazoo straightened the chairs and turned the sign to OPEN and Loz backed the bar, each one moving with their tasks to ready for the customers.