Wine, Wenches 'n Song [4-6pm FDT]

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The pirate had not spent the last week in a rum-enduced haze and had certainly not accidentally jumped into a patch of poison ivy rather than the shrub suit that he in no way owned.

So ignore the sounds of itching that might be coming through during the broadcast. "It be Thursday, I be the pirate, 'n this be Wine, Wenches 'n Song," Barbossa said into the microphone. "This be the place t' make yer musical-type requests fer the wenches who be ignorin' ye or the mateys who be catchin' yer eye like somethin' shiny on the beach. It also be where I be dispensin' the wisdom I be accruin' through years o' spendin' time wit' some o' the dirtiest minded scallywags ever t' sail the Seven Seas."

Barbossa spun around in his chair. "The phone lines be open," he said. "Bother me. 'n while we be waitin' fer that first call, here be a special song fer Jaye, one o' me favorite wenches who be gettin' shot into space tomorrow or some such."

He pressed a button and David Bowie's "Ground Control to Major Tom," came blasting through the speakers.

All and Sundries - Thursday

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Jane is sitting behind the counter with her feet up.

She's found a collection of Dime Novels about herself and Bill.

She's alternating between laughing hysterically and bawling her eyes out.

All and Sundries is open.

[ooc: please wait for OCD Open!

The Park; Thursday Afternoon.

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Those little old ladies had requested to have that "cherubic purple-haired boy" play them some hymn on the organ, so Sister Rosette had carefully snuck out when they started to really get into "On Eagle's Wings." She didn't have enough time to get her soccer ball; it would have been too risky. So she merely slumped onto a bench by the pond, yawning occationally as she watched the ducks. Occationally, she leaned forward and tried to see if any other ones had name tags.

Ducks weren't very interesting. They probably made for good target practice, but Rosette wasn't drunk enough yet to think it was a good idea to shoot up ducks in the middle of the park in the middle of the day.

[[park's open]]

Caritas - Open [8/17]

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Veronica is no longer hungover.

She is also never planning to drink sake again.

Or play drinking games again.

She will, however, serve drinks to anyone who comes in tonight.



[or she will until I go afk at 8:30 EST to pick up demonbelthazor at the airport!]

Cafe Fina, Thursday

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For reasons both mysterious and unknown, Wadsworth was running Cafe Fina today, instead of Alfred.

It's possible Alfred was in contact renegotiations with the cooks following the finger incident. No man can truely say.


_{[[OOC: The real reason? I'm packing for my big drive back to school. GO on and mod Wadsworth.]]}

The Fourth Sin - Thursday Night

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Becky lounged behind the desk with her feet up, reading what seemed to be some sort of car manual.

She was also picking at the leftover curry from class earlier and had a flower there with her on the desk. She had a weakness, okay?

The Sin was open.