The Perkolater: Early Sunday through Sunday Afternoon

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Duce woke early and slipped out of the tattoo place before Red and the cubs were up. Grumbling sleepily, she headed to The Perkolator for coffee, more to rinse her mouth out than for the caffeine, but the caffeine was definitely an added bonus.

Pushing through the door, she inhaled the smell of freshly brewed coffee happily as she made her way to the counter. Ordering a frothy froofroo coffee in the largest size available, she also had a raspberry/cream cheese croissant and went to sit at a table.

She was glad she had snakes instead of hair. She was rumpled and wrinkled, but didn't have any sort of bed-head. Thankfully.

Mass, Sunday morning.

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The Priest is sporting a small red poppy in his lapel. He takes, as his text, the twenty-fifth chapter of the second book of Kings, and talks at great length about military matters. It's quite rambling, and not a little confused.

The message he's trying to get across isn't entirely clear.

Movie Sign Theater 3000

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NOW PLAYING- LAST DAY
DOUBLE FEATURE
The Final Sacrifice Featuring Bruce J. Mitchell as Zap Rowsdower!
The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension Featuring Jeff Goldblum as New Jersey!
12:30, 3:30, 6:30, 9:00

The Emporium -- Sunday

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Michael flipped the sign from "closed" to "open" and sat down behind the counter. He was feeling a little down; he and Ben had seen Hunter off at the bus station earlier that morning, and he was missing his son already, even though they'd see him again in a couple of weeks, over Thanksgiving. He sighed and cupped his chin in his hand. Maybe someone would come in and distract him.

((Will be slow to respond this afternoon, but feel free to stop in.))

On the shore somewhere

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

Hands stuffed in his pockets against the chill November wind, Aaron took himself on another walkabout through town, still trying to get a map of it in his head. His walk took him to some of the lesser seen parts of towns, small alleys barely big enough for him to fit himself through, dock areas where trawlers pulled in traps of lobster and crab. His hiking boots gave good purchase as he scrambled along the breakwater quay.

His hazel eyes were darkened and somber as he watched the waves rolled in, whitecaps foaming among the rocky shore before the aqua water faded into the dark of the ocean again. His lids closed slowly as his body relaxed to the metronomic pounding of the surf.

Aaron wondered if there were anywhere on the island to rent a small sailboat. The weather was chill and the breeze on the water and the spray would be positively freezing, but even imagining a sailboat cruising through the rolling water caused him to flush with exhiliration. His hands jammed even further into his pockets as he tipped his head to the wind, letting the breeze carry his hair off his face.

Sanctity - Open - Mid-afternoon

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Golden sunlight poured down on the garden behind Zhaan's shop. It gilded the leaves and gave even the rocks a golden cast. The tiny sprig of sanctity root seemed, for a moment, to flower and bud sprouting a thousand seedlings and then just as quickly was quiescent again. But it was all merely an illusion to the minds' eye.

While the garden held all of the delights, all the rest that a dedicated Pa'u of the Delvian Seek might want, Zhaan wasn't inside of it.

Instead, she perched on a stool inside her shop, carefully going over the new shipment she'd received, cataloguing the tiny seedlings and cuttings carefully, her hand-writing spidery and slanting left-wise on the paper.

She could have used the small computer terminal, but found writing to be a more concrete form of record.

A small radio blared out music, commensurate to the planet--if not the time period. For Zhaan had found herself growing fond of old rock'n'roll.

Sunday at the Hotel

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Crowley has put a small tv in behind the check in counter, and sits, feet crosses on the counter, watching The Golden Girls...the only thing this particular television shows.


((for medusae_x first and foremost))

Sunday at the Dive

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The Chalkboard reads:

Closed due to illness
Open Monday, maybe.

Luke's Diner

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Luke's is open for business, as always.



[ooc: anyone can open a Luke's post anytime, just like the Perk, just a reminder!]

On patrol - 13Nov05

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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 Fourth Sin - Sunday Night

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Becky sat behind the desk of the Fourth Sin, drumming the nails of her left hand on the tabletop, while doodling on a notepad.

Were someone to look at the page, they would see sketches of guns and Becky's own name written in embellished cursive. The central focus, and the object of Becky's attention at the moment, is a stylized, almost cartoonish drawing of what appears to be a shadowy young couple embracing.

The Park - Sunday Evening

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It had been a fantastic twenty four hours. One that had a smile set on Wilson's face as he walked quietly along the path, heading down towards the pond on automatic pilot. Being with House, being away from all things work, having a chance to talk and talk forward rather then dwelling backwards. It had all been...it had been good.

That House had not so much grudgingly offered to cover the Sunday night On Call had been an added bonus and Wilson was taking advantage of these last few hours without responsibility. He was carrying a cup of coffee from The Perk in one hand, and scuffing a tuft of leaves along in front of him with the toe of his shoes as he walked, head tilted up, face turned towards the chilly autumn air.

[ooc: Just a nice park walk, open to anyone who would like to be in the Park as well, no need to engage Wilson unless you'd like to. :) It's a big park after all!]

[ETA: I'm outtah here for the night, so Wilson won't be around but feel free to use the thread as you need to.]

Spike's Pub - Open 11/13 (late)

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The brothers were running late getting the Pub open. Getting things prepped and ready ran like clockwork and despite opening later than anticipated, they were successful in opening, the light flickering on in the window.








[ooc- Opened late, player apologizes but can't watch the threads tonight. No fighting. No sex. No underage. Keep it clean, simple and safe.]