Pirate Radio: Wine, Wenches 'n Song [4-6pm FST]

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"This be Barbossa," a familiar voice growled into the microphone, "'n it be time fer another excitin' day o' Wine, Wenches 'n Song. I be givin' ye advice 'n playin' yer requests as long as it be not Celine Dion because even a pirate be havin' standards."

Barbossa tossed an apple between his hands. "The phone lines be open. Bother me."

The Perk - Thursday Lunchtime

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Peter waited for Willow outside the door of the Perk.  He was playing with a ribbon as he waited, threading it through his fingers then wrapping it around them.  Not that there was a reason for that or the smile playing across his face.

[OOC: Peter's here for willbegone, but open for all your caffeinated needs.]

Leaving Post

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Orlin had his napsakc all packed up and on his back. Most of the stuff he had accumulated was staying here.

Walking through town he was filled with small flashes of memory. It was weird, after all that had happened here he was rather fond of this place.



[[ooc: Orlin is leaving after this. Open for interaction. For the further adventures of Orlin go HERE. After this he will be at fandom_towers ]]

Caritas - Open [6/22]

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Veronica was grateful that the club was air conditioned. Even the short walk from the school to town seemed to take forever in the heat.

Tino was still nowhere to be seen. She wondered if he was on vacation this week and GOB forgot to mention it.

Shrugging, she set about getting everything ready to open. She just hoped no one asked for a strawberry daquiri tonight.



[ooc: i anticipate being in front of a computer all night as it really is entirely too frakking hot to do anything else. Tino is unmoddable; still on strike and all.]

Cafe Fina, Thursday

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...


What on earth were all these aluminum siding brocures doing here?


Cafe Fina is open.

_{[[OOC: OCD coming up! I'll be gone for a three hour period at around... 2:00 EST. So just use El Wadsworth then.]]}

Fast Eddie's, Thursday night

[fates_jaye]

The dorms are dead, and long walk in the heat or not, it's time to get out and actually do something. Therefore it's time for a nice air conditioned bowling alley. What? It's a sport.

Jaye selects her ball not dirty, takes a seat in a lane, and waits for people to show up.


[I'm handwaving phone calls. If you think Jaye would have called you, jump on in. Or if you happen to be in the area...

Ching Tai - Thursday evening

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Her fingers interlocked with Janet's, Elizabeth asked for a table once they got to the restaurant.

"This is slightly weird," she confessed to Janet.



[[ooc: Ching Tai is open, but thread between Janet and Elizabeth is locked to them :)]]

The Park, thursday evening

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Clark set Saigo the duck down on the grass beside the path. The duck appeared to have completely recovered from it's injuries, and the time had come. But Clark felt a little sad. he was going to miss the duck.

"Okay Saigo," Clark said. "I'm sure your friends have been worried about you."

Saigo looked down at the pond, then back at Clark. Then back at the pond. It didn't move.

"AfflackQuack..."

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