The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

All of those lovely decorations Schrodinger put up for the party yesterday? Burned.

Lucifer allowed them the use of his club for the holiday, but he was certainly not going to allow those decorations to stay longer then necessary.


[[ooc: Mod Mazikeen tonight, my availability is crap until late in the evening.]]

Sparky Repairs, Wednesday

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Teddy was finally doing work at, um, work. He had drafted Emo and Goth into his efforts to take down at least some of the lights that had gone up for Christmas.

This could take a while.

He never should have encouraged the twins to decorate.

Our Lady of Fandom; Wednesday [ 12/27 ]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

So, the partridge would still not stay in the pear tree, the turtle doves were probably working on making more turtle doves, and the three French hens were molting everywhere.

Thankfully, Rosette had discovered the modern invention of a vaccuum cleaner by now.

"You sure this was a good idea?" Chrono asked, shouting over the noise of the contraption.

"WHAT?"

"I said, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"WHAT? I can't hear you!"

"Oh, never mind..."


[[ open for all your churchly needs ]]

Empire Records; Wednesday [ 12/27 ]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad really had no motivation to work today. And those magazines weren't going to last very long at all. He reminded himself to turn the pages very slowly.

Playing a rotation of all his own copies of the Christmas mixes he'd made seemed to alternately want to help or worsen the problem.

[[ empire's open ]]

Photo Hut, Wednsday 12/27

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

There was a peculiar smell in the air and leo was nowhere to be seen. However there might be the sound of giggling from behind/under the counter.

Photo Hut is open.

The Park, Wednesday Afternoon

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After spending the morning at the clinic with Wilson, Aziraphale decided to take a little time to relax in the park. Submitting to an admonishment to be sure and wear a coat and scarf, he headed down to his favorite bench and settled in, crossword in hand and a paper bag of day-old scones for the few ducks who hadn't migrated.

[ooc: Stop and chat, or use for your own park needs. Possible bouts of SP.]

Caritas, Wednesday Evening

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod opened the bar, but now that Christmas was over (and Tino seemed to have gotten over the whole Danny Partridge trauma), he had a new project.

He was typing on his laptop, and would close the cover whenever he waited on a customer. Probably better not to know what he was working on.