Sparky Repairs, Tuesday Late Morning

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Teddy rushed over after his last class finished to open the shop. He looked around to see if any irate customers were hanging around waiting to jump out and attack him for being late.

Nothing happened.

With a shrugged he walked around Emo and Goth to sit down at the counter. He had homework to do.


Sparky Repairs is open for business!

Untitled [12-2 FDT]

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At noon, anyone who had the radio turned on would suddenly hear a very familiar voice.

"Good afternoon Fandom! This is Faithful bringing you the newest radio show to hit air waves the...well, actually, I don't have a title yet. So when calling for advice today? Also sugest a possible title. Nothing rude.

So what is this show about? Well, you call in and ask for advice! Any topic is open game, though I reserve the right to hang up on you if you ask romantic advice.

And if you're very lucky? I'll figure out how to get this thing to play music and you'll get a song all of your own!" There is a soft thud and a moving rendition of 99 Bottles of Beer starts playing on the radio.

"Oomph, ah, close enough. So the lines are open, there's an oddly annoying song playing, and I'm bored."

Ching Tai: Monday Night

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Looking extremely pleased with himself, Jack led Cedric into the restaurant and grinned at the smiling host. "I think we want a seat by the window. A booth, by preference."

He turned to Cedric. "Sound okay to you?"

[Open for all your Ching Tai needs, but Jack and Cedric's thread is locked to them, thanks.]

The Perk, Tuesday Morning

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Waking early after some strange dreams of a shadowy figure dancing a tango with Bill and herself airlocking said shadowy figure, Laura made the decision to get out a bit. She had work she needed to do, but there were places other than her office or the library to do them. Packing up her things, she made her way to The Perk.

Ordering a grande mocha, she then settled into one of the overstuffed chairs, busily reading and taking notes. She hoped she would move into twentieth century references soon.

[Open for all your Tuesday-morning-Perk-ish needs. Laura is available for interaction, though responses will be scattered because meh, at work.]

Cafe Fina, Tuesday

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Walter opened the restaurant on time and disappeared into the back to mediate an argument between the vegetarians and the carnivores.

It would have been fine if some uppity omnivore hadn't butted in.

There was a fair chance things were going to get bloody.

Wadsworth, with a decent sense of self-preservation, chose to mind the restaurant itself.

[ooc: Apathy is my name today. Mod Wadsworth all day, please.]

All and Sundries, 9/19

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Edmund was watching an Oprah marathon.

It was making him seriously rethink leaving the 19th century.

It was also making him depressed. Which made him crabby. Which made him drunk.

Well, being drunk didn't make him crabby, more the other way around.

Regardless, he was resolutely not sobbing in his beer, vodka, or everclear, and would ruthlessly stab anyone who tried to say otherwise.

Baldrick, however, was whistling a happy tune and would be delighted to help you with all of your sundry needs.

All and Sundries is open.

[ooc: Third verse, same as the first. Mod Baldrick all day.]

Our Lady of Fandom; Tuesday [09/19]

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Chrono was taking care of things inside the church today.

Sister Rosette was engaged in some business in the graveyard, which involved a shovel, a hardhat with a flashlight taped on top of it, and a yellowed piece of paper that she kept held in her mouth as she did some rather selective digging.

It was yet to be determined if this was something to do with the threat of zombie cats or if she had merely continued her search for cleverly hidden pirate treasure.

Either way, she was being careful not to desecrate any graves, unless they were the graves of potential zombie cats.

[[ open, though slow ]]

Caritas - Tuesday Evening

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Jane fixes the drummer's nose back on but she just can't seem to get the guitarist's jaw in place.

So she sings for them when they do their sound check.

Once I had a secret love
that lived within the heart of me,
all too soon my secret love
became impatient to be free.
So I told a friendly star,
the way that dreamers often do,
just how wonderful you are,
and why I'm so in love with you.
Now I shout it from the hills,
even told the golden daffodils.
At last my heart's an open door,
and my secret love's no secret anymore....
Now I shout it from the hills,
even told the golden daffodills.
At last my heart's an open door,
and my secret love's no secret anymore.