Cafe Fina- Sunday Brunch

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Alfred has elected, based on his students recent in-dorm sucess with the meal, to go with omlettes. Some tables have been cleared and an enormous set of omlette bars has been prepared, ready to form any omlette of your choosing. And, of course they use real eggs. Death befor using that premade stuff.

No, really, death. These people take their jobs very seriously.


_{[[OCD threads coming up]]}

The Fourth Sin--Sunday Afternoon

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Even though Parker had told him not to worry about food, Jarod had stocked some soda and cups, along with an array of chips and other snacks, into a corner of the movie viewing room. Three DVDs were sitting next to the DVD player, and there was an over-abundance of Pez.

Blushing the whole time, he'd made sure to put some of the more...questionable...videos away in one of the locked cabinets. And then had to take some time to block out the image of the other things he'd found in that cabinet. He really didn't need to know what they were for, even if he now had some more intriguing ideas about sex then he'd had five minutes earlier. He bet Parker knew what they were for.

He abruptly decided that a cold shower before Parker and her friends showed up was a good idea.


[ooc: Sin is not open for business.]

Empire Records and Bidet [2/19]

[not_entirely]

Nadia had called rather late last night and asked for the day shift off 'so she could shoot things', so Lucas opened up on Sunday.

He was pretty sure he didn't want to know why she needed to shoot things. Or whether or not that was to be taken literally, or not. Instead he'd just told her to have fun and he'd see her at six.

Today's music mix: Afrocelt Sound System

Sunday Evening at the Perk

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She's got her laptop and a 20oz latte and a giant muffin. If you ask her, she's doing research for class, but if you happen to see the screen? She's really dying laughing at Bad Candy.


[[open to anyone]]

Wonka's Sweet Shoppe, Sunday

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Ivanova limped into the shoppe to open it for business, looking sleepy, a little bit harried, and a little bit worried. Still, she seemed to shrug it off as she moved around the shoppe, almost cheering up enough to hum a little tune.

Sunday Noonish, Sparky Repairs

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Agatha walked to her store, a smile plaing on her lips. She was happy. It's been a while since she had been just happy. She unlocked the store, and was glad to see that the bots didn't wreck the place or anything. She wound the first dingbot she saw, knowing that it would now go and wind it's companions. Briefly, she contemplated changing into one of her shrts, but descided to keep Orlin's shirt on.
After a bit of puttering around, she started to examine the healing device htat Camulus left her. She had no idea how it worked, or what it did. Or even really how to take it apart. But she would figure it out.

[[ooc: store is not officially open, but it isn't locked. come in, help her puzzle out ancient technology.]]