The Emporium is open -- Tuesday

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Michael flipped the sign from "closed" to "open" and sat down behind the counter with a sigh. Even though Christmas was swiftly approaching, he was down in the dumps. Tara and Shane had left, Tobias was at the vet...his adopted family had shrunk considerably. And then there was Ben, who had gotten shorted by his secret santa (not that Ben, being Ben, would ever complain), and the stuff Michael had ordered for Christmas for him hadn't arrived yet either. Ben wouldn't care -- he'd say he had everything he needed, etc. -- but that wouldn't keep Michael from feeling like he'd failed.

Red's is open for business

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Inventory today, although the shop is open for business. Red is in his stock room making note of what he needs to order. Music was playing from his computer and the cubs were playing rambunctiously around their tree. Taking their jingle balls up to the highest height, they dropped their jingle balls onto the pile of their considerable in number, squeak toys to watch them scatter. Using their noses to nudge them back into a pile, the game was repeated.

In Crowley's Absence

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A flash and a rattle come from the wardrobe where the angel and demon had stored their feathers when they'd fallen off. Magic such as those feathers held needed to be kept safe. Until...well, until they became a way for quality control to get in.

She emerged from the funny little closet, surprised that she wasn't entirely angel. Her tongue was forked and she had scales. Isn't that queer. Hmm

SHe smelled cooking wafting up from the stairway, but her real interest lay with the angel on the bed. She walked over and poked him.

Coooo. Crrroooo. Cooo
//Get up. You're in trouble too.//

Money, money, money...

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There's a pile of gifts on the desk, all neatly wrapped in red or blue velvet-like cloth. Salmoneus sits beside them, smiling as he makes notes on a tally sheet.

He glances at the plone -- prone -- call thing, mildly distressed that it hasn't rung. Neither Principal Bristow, nor Jack Harkness have gotten in touch. But, it is Solstice, and there's this Crissmas thing as well. As excited as the banker is about spending his boss's money helping out the students, he can't fault either the principal or the young man for not getting back to him right away.

Besides, he admits that he's always been an instant gratification type of guy. Waiting isn't something he's good at.

But wait he will. Anything to break Hades help the kids.


[ooc: slowplay, but here. Come get a toy from Salmoneus!]

Aziraphale's Rare Books

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Kiki quietly unlocks the door and goes through her customary opening routine, then flips the sign to open.

She takes a stack of books and begins sorting them to shelve, and pauses. She would swear she had just shelved half of these the other day. It must just have been customers pulling them back off the shelves and leaving them about.

Crouching, Kiki absent-mindedly begins replacing the books on the shelves, but as she's not really concentrating, she's doing a marvelously terrible job of putting them in the right place, and is probably just making the disorganization worse, veiled as it now is under the guise of being tidy.

Her shoulders shrug as she sighs. She felt Mr. Crowley's absence as surely as if there had been a bepimped-demon-shaped hole cut in the wall of the cozy shop. Pushing the rest of the books onto the shelf with impatience and total disregard for subject or alphabetical order, Kiki stands up, brushing off her hands, and goes into the kitchen, the last place she had seen and spoken with Mr. Crowley. He'd been nice to her - almost affectionate, really - at the party that day, as they made the cheesecake together. "I bet that was part of it," Kiki murmurs to herself. "Not the whole, but...he's not supposed to be nice like that."

Kiki takes some eggs from the refrigerator, reflecting that that, too, had been one of the last imperious demands he had made of her, and she cracks them into a pan. Mr. Aziraphale needed something more than a scone and tea for breakfast for once. It was time someone made him a good old-fashioned omlette.

Of course, Kiki thinks as she sliced a pepper, Mr. Crowley would have told her it was complete rubbish, and that she didn't know a damned thing about what went into a good omlette. Tears drip from her eyes, and she rubs them away on her sleeve. It's just that she's cutting up an onion, really.


[open to any, store is open, Kiki will hear the bell on the door]

Fly By Night, Tuesday

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Jack warily pokes his head out of the shop. No sign of the perky Russian. He was beginning to live in terror of her. Especially since she had been in an absolutely foul mood for the last few days. He opens up the shop and, in the spirit of the holidays, affixes a Peanuts-esque sign reading 'Psychiatric Help 5c' and 'The doctor is REAL IN' to the front. He disappears into the Back and emerges with a single pine branch in a wooden stand, which sits forlornly in front of the store.

Fly By Night is open.

The Perk, Late Afternoon

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Looking a little more cheerful than she has oh, the last week or so, Aeryn orders her usual small black coffee, and takes a seat at a table to wait for Callisto.


((Feel free to use for your own conversations.))

Caritas: Open for Business

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Lorne hits the stage looking mighty dapper in his new hat and tie that he's gotten as Christmas presents.

"Ladies and Gentlemen? Let's start things off with a little James Brown!"

"Hit it boys!"

[OOC: C'mon people! Show Veronica a little love! She's bored here!]

Tuesday Specials

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The Chalkboard reads:

Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans and salad
Falafel pita with hummus and salad.
Baked fish with lemon, steamed broccoli, green beans and salad.


Bakery Special today:
Peanut Butter Brownies
White cake
Chocolate Meringue Pie
Gooseberry Pie

Spike's Pub, Open 12/20

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Chewbacca, santa hat now sporting a sprig of mistletoe, opens the pub and gets it all in order.

The Fourth Sin--OPEN (Tuesday)

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The kitten was excitedly chasing the piece of string Jarod was wiggling around the counter and had been for about an hour now. For his part, Jarod was reciting names from a baby name book he'd bought. Her ears had perked up once around "Emma," but she hadn't show any interest the second time. Maybe Emma was her middle name.

He'd have to take his time with this. Names were important.

The Perk, evening

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Duncan gets himself a mug of coffee, a copy of the New York Times to peruse with the Scots newspaper he brought, and an apple pastry. He settles in at a table to people watch and read.

Delivery for Lorne

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A petite girl in a black dress and a big red bow delivers a package for you from Jenny Calendar.

Contents here!

Notices go up around town...

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( Christmas in July? Forget that! How about a July in Christmas? )