All and Sundries - Monday

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Apu realises he's been lax in his duties...

It's four whole days after Thanksgiving and the Christmas decorations aren't up yet!!!

Yes, Apu is Hindu, but he also works at a retail store. Gnish demands 24 hour holiday music!

Today's holiday music album:
Santa's Swingin' Sack

Today's Squishy flavors:
Red, Egg Nog, Allspice

Aereopagitica: Monday [11-27]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana opened the shop cheerfully, though a few minutes late. It was hard to pull herself out of a warm, occupied bed in the cold of the morning.

Empire Records; Monday [ 11/27 ]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad was just resting his eyes a lot at work today; certainly wasn't sleeping. Certainly didn't have anything to do with spending all night hitting jello balloons off the roof all night. Such an activity really took a lot out of a guy's eyes. So they needed lots of resting. Something like that.

The soothing new age music he was playing probably didn't help. But it was sooooo relaaaaaxing....

Actually, considering the way his hair fell into place over his eyes and the fact that Chad didn't really move around much in general, most people probably wouldn't even notice.


[[ empire's open; up earlier than usual and with bounts of slowplay through the day as I freak out about super-stressful day, omg, hold me. *wibble* ]]

Town Hall - Monday

[yesmanbraca]

Today, Braca starts decorating for the upcoming holidays. Too bad the poor boy doesn't get it exactly right. Nevertheless, there are pretty four leaf clovers on the windows and two pumpkins near the front door.

He tries.

The Perk - Monday Afternoon

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By the time noon rolled around, Wilson was crawling the walls of his office with nervous energy and after a small debate with himself, he decided to pack up and head down to the Perk for a bit of lunch and some tea. He knew that Phale could find him when the angel was done with whatever work he was doing up at the school and the young doctor just couldn't quite face heading back to the apartment.

Too many subtle hints of the upcoming assignment were scattered about their living space.

Getting himself an herbal tea with a side of cranberry/orange scone, Wilson retreated to one of the oversized chairs by the windows and set down his soft sided briefcase by his feet. Shrugging out of his coat, he sat down, one ankle crossed of the opposite knee and for the time being he stared out the window, letting his thoughts wander.

[ooc: Perk is open for all your perky needs. Wilson is pokable if you wish or feel free to hunt down your own stray coffee bean.]

Photo Hut

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Leo is playing connect four against himself. And losing. Or Winning depending on how you look at it.

The Photo Hut is Open.

Caritas, Monday Evening

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Instead of camping, Jarod had spent the weekend inside, playing with the cat, watching gangster movies, and eating pasta. M, it turned out, was a big fan of meatballs, though hers couldn't have onions in them.

The only reason this was at all relevant was because Jarod was now playing music from those movie soundtracks in the background. The zombies kept grumbling about how they were supposed to be playing holiday music, but Jarod felt it was a little too early to be embarking on his yearly quest for a religion and was standing relatively firm on the subject. He did let them keep the Santa hats, though, and donned one himself.

Cafe Fina, Monday

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There were no Christmas Decorations up at Cafe Fina.

When Alfred had returned from Gotham City, he had found the waitstaff and chefs, under the direction of Wadsworth, trying to put some up.

Alfred had immediately laid down the LAW. Not just the law, or even the Law, mind you. The LAW.

There would be no Christmas decorations up until at least December. Any attempts to do otherwise would be met with dislpeasurable polite snark and sneaky destruction the likes of which only the finest of butlers can give out.

Cafe Fina is open.

The Duckpond, Monday Evening

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Clark sat on a bench overlooking the pond, staring dully out across the surface of the water. The doctor had told him that for now, his mother was okay, but she was still in the hospital.

He'd come out here with the intention of giving Saigo some swimming time, but the duck stayed sitting close by. It had liked the mother of this human, and felt for his companion. Right now, his human needed him more than the pond did.