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

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Barbossa was back at the microphone, trying to learn how to juggle apples.

It wasn't going very well, judging by the thumps and muffled curses that interspersed the program.

"This be Barbossa, it be Thursday, so it be time fer Wine, Wenches 'n Song," he said. "Bring me yer song requests 'n yer problems wit' the wenches. I be here t' help."

He broke into gales of laughter.

"Or somethin' like that," he said. "The phone lines be open. Bother me."

He flipped on "The Last Saskatchewan Pirate," turned it way, way up, and waited for the phone to ring.

Outside the TARDIS, Thursday afternoon

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Right next to the TARIDS, the Doctor sat in a pleasant lawn chair. A thermos of tea was in his lap, a copy of "The Giant Boy Detective Book" in his hands, and suitcase at his feet.

A nice day for simply relaxing, he thought.

[ooc: Open!]

All and Sundries - Thursday

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Jane is entirely confused.

Baldrick was resistant at first to the idea of helping her in the store.

But then he recognized her as a fellow member of the Proletariat.

So now he's being helpful. Or so he says.

Jane is getting sick of listening to him singing about how he "dreamed a dream in days gone by".

She also wonders where these chains they're supposed to throw off are.

All and Sundries is open.

[[ooc: Special sale today! Baldrick won't charge you if you can explain how your purchase aids in the battle against the Bourgeois!]]

Thursday, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

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Fred opened the shop, laid out the mat as usual, and set another tray of Canary Creams out. He also added some Nosebleed Nougat, Fainting Fansies, Puking Pastilles and Moaning Marshmellows. The summer was almost over, and he was determined that someone should either burst into feather, have a horrific nosebleed, faint, throw up, or have their food scream in protest as it was eaten.

He took a Canary Cream and ate it. Instantly, he was turned into a giant canary. Fred hopped over to the mirror and examined himself. He made a very handsome canary, he thought. Yellow wasn't quite his color though. Fortunately, at that moment he molted and became normal Fred again.

Fred looked around at the feathers all over the floor and frowned, thinking. Then, he took out his wand and pointed it at the small broom and dustpan, which sprang to life and began sweeping up the feathers, depositing them in the dust bin. He started to point the wand at the broom and pan again, and then thought better of it, deciding that should today be the day that more people than just him should burst into feather or any such sort, having something readily available to clean up the mess might just be a good idea.

[ooc: as usual, please say if you step on the doormat]

Luke's Diner, Thursday

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Jude was bopping to the music only he could hear as he swept the floor. This would have appeared slightly less odd if he had, in fact, had headphones on.

The solo into the broom handle was slightly unnecessary, granted.

Luke's is open.

Caritas - Open [8/24]

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Veronica got to work, completely ignorant of most of the drama going on with her friends.

It was her last night working at Caritas and she was a little sad as she got everything ready, checked the band and opened for the night.

Dance Marathon - Caritas

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The registration tables are set up, the zombie band is ready and waiting, there's food and coffee and now all Lorelai needs are dancers.



[post #1... wait for ocd up!... and if you want to register, you still can since I only have four pairs at the moment.]


[ETA: SECOND POST IS UP!]