All and Sundries, 2/1

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Edmund is in, feeling much better and reading a Hallmark catalogue and laughing derisively.

However, he's also penciling in items on the order sheet.

Baldrick is in, attempting to re-organize after Artie's catastrophic reorganization of Sunday in which he put most of the items in places where people could find them. What was the fun in that, after all? Shopping and scavenger hunt in one - that was Baldrick's cunning plan for making people spend more time in All and Sundries.

Wedneday morning at Sparky Repairs

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The weather was lovely, only slightly cloudy and a bit warmer. And most importantly, no snow, no blizzard, no monsters. A great start to a day.

Agatha turned the sign to 'Open', wound a bot and told him to wind all the others. Then she carefully started taking the new gun apart. She did not have time yesterday to play with the new toy, but now she had all day.

[[ooc: come in, interrupt, watch her disassemble a weapon, buy things - i am here until 5pm EST]]

Wednesday Afternoon (The Park)

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Phoebe was sitting on a bench under the trees and near the pond later that afternoon. She had managed to survive classes and after an acid-filled congratulations on her engagement from Cole, no one else had really said anything.

Of course, she hadn't told many people yet, either. She wasn't sure how many people Crowley wanted to know about this.

She was waiting for Dr. Wilson.





[[OOC: Locked most to Dr. Wilson, but anyone that wants to talk with Phoebe before or after is more than welcome.]]

Galactica Point - Wed. Late afternoon

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[[ooc: Locked for gotcanewillpoke

Very excited about the prospect of starting a biker gang. Pippi rests her head sideways against House's back and looked out as the world zoomed by.

Riding the motorcycle with him was as good as riding with Tommy and Annika on Old Man. Almost as good as standing at the wheel of the Hoppitola with Pappa.

The bike was unreasonably noisy, but there was something strangely compelling about how loud it was.

Given his limited mobility otherwise, Pippi could understand why House got it. It wasn't like dancing the schottische or playing sports, but it was so open and liberating. Long John Silver had his wooden leg, and House had his motorcycle.

Considering that his job was basically helping out people who were in a bad way, it made Pippi happy to know he'd found something that let him rise above the limitations of the bum leg he couldn't give up for whatever reason.

Medical doctors had always intrigued Pippi, she was aware that people occasionally got hurt or sick and that there were people; highly educated, well respected people that could do something about that.

Being who she was, Pippi was able to do lots of things that nobody else could. Though in that same note, being who she was, there were lots of things she had "missed out on". Such as going to doctors. The only other time she'd ever gone to a doctor was purely out of curiosity... And the poor man was completely thrown for a loop by her physiology. She had found the whole thing quite amusing.

When she'd heard the announcement to give blood at the clinic, she'd basically gone there as a lark, specifically to mess with whatever doctor was there. But when he had been unable to take her blood, he didn't become flustered or flummoxed or any other fun to say word that starts with "f" and means "to be confused".

Instead of just throwing up his hands in frustration and despair, he had showed her a very serious concern for her future well being; and practically pleaded with her, in his own way, to let him help her.

That was touching and something altogether new to Pippi, seeing as how she never got hurt or sick. At least, not until she came to Fandom.

Pippi had never been in a situation where she needed to be protected, or rescued, or have her life saved before. To say that she had a special place in her heart for the first people ever to do that, or for the first doctor to actually be her doctor... That would be putting it mildly.

"Let's stop by Jeff, God of Biscuits and get something so we can have a picnic at the Point!" she suggested over the thumping purr of the bike's engine.

The Cat Business Office, Wednesday

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The Baron may be sprawled on his couch taking a snooze. He might be. But if one were to knock on the door one would never know it, because the Baron would never be so undignified as to sprawl or snooze. The Cat Business Office is, well, open for business.

Empire Records and Bidet [2/1]

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Marc was still crashed out in their tour bus after their revelry last night, so Lucas went ahead and opened up on his own.

Today's mix was all about the angry girl bands, featuring Le Tigre, Brat Mobile, Sleater Kinney, and Pretty Girls Make Graves.

Lucas read the sports pages at the sales desk to keep a proper balance between screaming estrogen and testosterone.

The Park 1:32 [Wednesday}

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There is a flash of light in the park, and a shape appears in the light. All of a sudden the light fades and a naked man is standing where the light was, looking around with confusion, seemingly not noticing his lack of clothing.

Orlin turns around in a full 360 and then looks down. blushes

Wonka's Sweet Shoppe - Wednesday

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After her classes, her appointment, and an interesting encounter in the park, Ivanova limped into Wonka's, already exhausted. Once gingerly settled behind the counter, she pulled out her history notes onto her lap and began to study.

Blood Gulch Arms - Wednesday (NFB)

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Shop's open. There might be a valid reason for why Tex didn't open yesterday, but she wouldn't tell you if you asked. Neither would Appo. The Grunt might, but then you should be able to speak Duck.


Shooting range with moving targets:
$25 per hour

((Shop lay out and supplies can be found here.))

CARITAS--Wednesday--OPEN

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Jarod opened the bar, still thinking about the phone call with Parker and his discussion with Callisto the day before.

He waved to the band and picked up a used copy of Romeo and Ethel the Pirate's Daughter, thinking about grand gestures. He really didn't want to lead a parade through town on his way to his own hanging. He'd have to come up with something better.

FTEC, afternoon

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After talking with the Baron, Tommy went back to the clinic.

He got out pen and paper and began to write out a shopping list for everything he'd need for the weekend.

[ooc: Work is uber-busy. Play shall be slow today, alas.]

[Note for radio, Rory's visit is NFB]