Thurs. Morning - 1/4 - The Park

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Clad in her all black jogging suit, Annette set out for the park, knowing that an early morning run would clear her head (and another bad dream, this one about Alec with sharp claws and teeth, chasing her, growling something or other about her virtue. It was hard to tell what he was saying exactly because his tongue kept getting in the way of his long sharp teeth. But she thought the whole virtue thing stemmed from Bel, and what he said about Alec) and wake her up good enough to face whatever she might encounter for the day.

Besides, she needed to work off all those pancakes she and Pippi made yesterday morning. She could get addicted to those things. How easy was it to pour water in a bottle, shake, and pour? Her mouth watered; she had to forget about pancakes.

As she ran, she considered the vampire's Pip had mentioned. Since it was turning light outside, she didn't think she would run into any. Now, a vampire hunter might be kind of cool to meet. Just like an ex-demon. Who knew?

Annette turned up the volume on her ipod, she loved! this song by Rob Thomas, and began singing while she ran. It was a little loud, her singing, and it wasn't exactly in key. But who cares? She certainly couldn't hear herself.

(ooc: open for any kind of interaction whatsoevahh!)

Empire Records: [1/4]

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About a dozen Jamies are running about the store doing jobs varying from cleaning, stocking and removing pencils from ceiling tiles.

Any one of them would be happy to help you with your music needs.

Sparky Repairs, Thursday

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Opening the shop for work was the last thing Hikaru and Karou wanted to do this morning. Hikaru was still in a rather foul mood from last night, and they hadn't gotten to pester Haruhi yesterday! It didn't look like either of them were in much of a pleasant mood, since they'd woken up with massive bruises on their legs and another whiney Ranma. (He was the one who'd rolled too close this time! It had nothing to do with thier meddling!)

They kept to the counter and their computer solitaire, letting Goth and Emo watch the shop.

Sparky's is open~

Venture Industries: Fandom Branch. 1/4 [Morning-Late Afternoon]

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Dr. Venture was sitting at his desk, working on the plans for the shrink ray he was developing.

He'd need to build it and test it soon. Hopefully the word about his last trial wouldn't scare people off.

[ooc: Open for all your science needs]

All and Sundries - Thursday 1/4/07

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Turtle's excitement for starting her new job today was powerful, but not nearly as much so as her gawking horror at what laid out before her. She knew things were in a state of disarray for the store when she hung around want watched the operation of business yesterday. But she had no idea how bad until she got right into it. She didn't even know where to start.

Besides letting out a squeal of happiness. This was going to be so much fun!

First and foremost, she decided she'd work on inventory. Inventory was in a tragic state of disrepair, and you couldn't really have a shop if you didn't have inventory to sell. There was a pen tucked in her braid, one tucked in her mouth as she worked, one even on her clipboard as she bounced between that and helping customers out.

Apu seemed...strangely happy about all this and was twidling his fingers a lot and saying a lot of things to Turtle that she didn't exactly understand. She was trying to mostly just ignore him.

She also had another clipboard sitting on the counter for her poll. Just in case. The sooner she won, the better.

If she had time, she was going to try to find where Jane kept the books. If Jane had books.

Today's Squishy Flavors:
Red, Blue, Unidentified Shade of Green

All and Sundries is open.


[[ sometimes OCD takes me a while, please be waitin' *pats internet connection for not failing* ]]

Caritas - Thursday, January 4th

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Phoebe was feeling a little bit better (thanks to the attentions of her boyfriend and the medicines he kept thoughtfuly bringing her) by Thursday, so she was more than happy to show up for her shift at Caritas. She was looking forward to seeing the new students that had arrived and meet some of them, as well. The only cloud on her mood came from thinking about the phoen call she had received earlier from Aziraphale. She hadn't been listening to the radio lately, so she hadn't known that her big brother was ill. As she cleaned up tables and the bar, she decided that after she closed tonight, she would head over to the clinic and sit with him for awhile.

First, however...

She made her way to the stage and helped put the drummer back together. "I don't think I want to know what you were doing to end up like this," she muttered as she finished putting his pieces in order.

She shook her head and headed to the bar after unlocking the door.

Caritas was now open for the evening.




[[OOC: Posted early by request.]]

The Park - Thursday - Late Afternoon/Early evening

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Park benches weren't really conducive to writing out paper work, but Yondaime was tired of sitting in his office working. There was more on his mind though that just paper work as he sat there, mostly thoughts of home that he had hoped would stay there when he came back.

The blond sighed as he put down the paper work and watched the ducks floating around in the pond and smiled slightly; things could be worse.

[Open for anyone who wants to use the park or talk to Daime or whatever.]

Photo Hut, Thursday 1/4

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Leo was standing outside the shop, kind of gazing at the clouds. He might, at first glance resemble a manaquin.

Photo Hut is Open.

Fandom Graveyard: Evening

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Just outside the church you can probably find Mel lurking around the graveyard on patrol.

Yes, Dawn did say that there wasn't any vampires around the island, but even slayers have ingrained habits. So Mel was there. In a graveyard.

Patrolling.

Looking at graves.

And bored.

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