Secret Santa Deliveries!

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For ( Nymphadora Tonks: )

The Emporium is Open -- Wednesday

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Michael rubbed his eyes as he opened the shop. How could he get that much sleep and still be so tired? He hoped he'd be better this weekend when they had caroling to do and a holiday party to attend.

Red's Is Open

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Down the stairs, the cubs tumbled ahead of Red, slipping and sliding on the floor as they rounded the corner into the shop proper. Right behind them, Red chased them in a game of 'tag' and they all slid into the counter in a flurry of legs, tails and cheerful growls.

Licking each of them on the head, Red checked that the signs in his windows were still hanging and retaped them to make sure.

Christmas Caroling in Fandom Town

Holiday Gathering at Aziraphale's Rare Book Shop

Turning his sign around and unlocking the door, he headed back to his counter to read his new issue of Newtype USA magazine.

Rare Books Shop, Wednesday

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Aziraphale is busily decorating his shop for the upcoming gathering on Saturday. In addition to the ornaments his friends made at the last party, he's moved some bookcases and set up a small electric train in the corner. A swag of greenery decorates the front of the counter, and there are several old-fashioned stockings hanging from the fireplace mantle.

In the window are two flyers: one for Friday's caroling and one for Saturday's gathering.


((Slowplay until late afternoon.))

Wonka's Sweets Shoppe

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Tonks is bored.

Extremely bored.

Enough so to be reading the nutrition facts on the back of a half-empty can of Diet Pepsi.

Any kind of reprieve or distraction would be more than welcome.

Fly By Night, Wednesday afternoon.

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Ivanova has opened up the shop and is sitting behind the counter, shouting into the back of her hand. Well, actually the link stuck to the back of her hand which she had never bothered to reroute to a cellphone like most other students. The signal was fuzzing in and out as she spoke.

"Zathras, I need you to come and get me next week!"

"- always going here, there, work work work -" the signal fuzzed more.

"Zathras, can you hear me?"

"-ras hears, Zathras . . . fetching and carrying . . ."

"So you'll be here? Next Thursday?" she prayed that he would realise that was Thursday in this time stream and she wouldn't be waiting around on Old Earth for the next twenty years.

". . . time, time, always obsessed with time. Zathras never understand, but Zathras serve the One and the One wants the perky Russian, so Zathras will be there."

"Perky?" Ivanova squawked. "Zathras? Zathras!" There was no response, not even static. She growled. "Don't tell me he can pick up Fandom Radio. I will kill him. And anyone who's been listening." She sighed and leaned back, kicking her feet up, and began daydreaming of a Babylon 5 Christmas.

[[Come and play!]]

Caritas-Wednesday (Open)

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Jarod blinked his eyes against the change in lighting as he walked into the bar and winced as the drum corps in his head picked up speed. Well, he'd had a few new experiences yesterday--his first taste of champagne, his first "boyfriend bonfire." His new one today was a hangover. All things considered, he could have done without it.

Spike's Pub, Open 12/14

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Chewbacca shambles about, and finally flips on the OPEN sign.

Wednesday Specials

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The Chalboard reads

Mexican combo plate
Choose any three;

Burrito, beef or bean
Taco, beef or chicken
Chalupa, bean
Enchilada, beef or chicken
refried beans
salad
spanish rice


Desserts
Fried ice cream
Sugar pie
Apple pie
flan

Blood Gulch Arms - Wednesday

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Blood Gulch Arms is closed. Or so the sign says. Maybe a duck finally turned it around. O'Malley is nowhere to be seen. Instead Benedict, formely known as the bratty duck with teeh, is sitting on the counter quacking at his duck soldiers who are covering every inch of the spartan shop. Other ducks are outside, patrolling the street and quacking at anyone who passes.

Wednesday Night

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"Well, that went all kinds of wrong." she mumbled to herself as she walked toward home. The one thing she had sworn to do, and all she'd accomplished was making the girl mad and crying in front of a student. She pretty much had to come to terms with the fact that Jack wasn't hers in any way, shape, or form.

She fumbled with her phone, debating whether or not to call Ten and tell him to get to work on another idea. Or just give it up. She didn't handle defeat well at all, but she couldn't see what else to do right now.

((She's walking through town, come chat. Cheer a chick up!))