Sparky Repairs, Thursday

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The twins went to go check out the music John had left for them in the store. They earnestly tried to give the emo a chance... and there were a few that weren't whiney beyond all belief...

But besides that, Hikaru tried figuring out what he was going to do for Ms. Frizzle's class while Kaoru practiced his Guitar. At least he was playing conisable tunes by now.

Sparky's is almost emo-free and open~

Turtle & Canary; Thusday [ 02/08 ]

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Turtle was having an arguement with Apu. "It had nothing to do with the music," she insisted. "An' it's not a date, either. Daddy says I can't date until I'm thirty."

Either way, no romantic music today. Although Liz, the SquishyBot, and Cube were all willing to make up for it with their own melodies. Turtle went to go do inventory. Hey, look! Earplugs. Perfect.

Today's Squishy Flavors:
Bratwurst, Sauerkraut, Red.

Turtle & Canary is open.

The Perk, Thursday Morning

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Having a whole day ahead of him with nothing planned until evening, Aziraphale decided it would be a good time to catch up on some reading and perhaps a little people-watching. So he wandered down to the Perk, found himself a quiet table in the corner, and settled in with a pot of tea and a copy of A House of Pomegranates.

[ooc: Poke at the angel or use the post for your own Perk-related needs.]

Our Lady of Fandom; Thursday [ 02/08 ]

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Thursday
Nirvana Day

As such, Rosette and Chrono were sitting on the floor, having a very fascinating conversation with one of the pews about nothingness, trancendance, and enlightment. Rosette had no idea some of the pews were Buddhist, and she found it absolutely facinating.

If a little bit ridiculous, but, really, it wasn't any more ridiculous than anything the Catholic pews would be telling her.


[[ open for all your churchly needs ]]

Café Fina, Thursday

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Lumiere was not having a good day. Apparently he was coming down with a cold. How a candle could possibly catch a cold, you might ask? He's enchanted. But he'd never tell you that.
As a result, the serving staff was keeping their distance. After all, every time that Lumiere sneezed, his hands would flare up. There might be scorch marks on the ceiling.

The specials board today reads:

Lamb en Flambé, Chicken Soup en Flambé, Pie and Pudding en Flambé



[OOC: Open for all your foody needs. I'll be heading to work soon, so it may be a good idea to avoid the candlestick for the day.]

Caritas, Thursday Night 2/8/07

[sensethevisions]

There was no sign of Phoebe when Caritas opened Thursday night and Tino didn't seem to have much information. "Got a call that said Phoebe woulldn't be in tonight," was all he said about it.

The stage was clean and the zombies were milling about in the Lounge since they apparently wouldn't be needed tonight.


Tonight at Caritas:
Teal Dear

The Devil's Nest - Thursday [2/8]

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Bundled up against the cold weather Neil came tumbling through the door with a bright smile on his face and a warm greeting for Mazikeen.

Hey, if he kept working at it, he might get to those umbrellas yet!

Shedding a few layers, he checked out the club and then headed behind the bar. He figured that people coming in tonight might want warm mixed drinks so he went ahead and started a pot of coffee to have for a mixer and then settled into his cleaning routine.

[ooc: I will be offline till around 9ish est so mod Mazikeen if you need her!]

The Perk, Thursday afternoon

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River was absentmindedly chewing on a muffin, while stirring her coffee. She didn't like waiting, especially not now when she knew where to go. Her mind had locked on to the task at hand, not questioning or worrying.

None of the people she had asked had said no. If she'd thought about that more it might have surprised her.

[River's here for Jane, but open for Perk needs]

Causeway [just after dark]

[scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com]

God, she hated cabs.

She tried not to let the filthy man driving this one know that, though, as it was rude. Winslow kept giving her pathetic looks, though.

When the car stopped in a little car park at the edge of the tiny town, she practically threw herself out, and immediately reached into her purse for her hand sanitizer.

"No, thanks," she refuted when the driver attempted to get her bags for her. And there were a lot of them. The Roomba had come with her, along with her clothes and a very large case smelling of Lysol and Mr. Clean.

Hannelore set Winslow on the ground (setting a little tea towel down first) before hefting the bags out. "You doing okay down there?" she asked as she paid the driver and he left them.

Winslow gave a little sigh, his beta-version eyebrows drooping. "Yeah. It's just that I don't know anything about this place." He looked up at her, as frightened as an oversized iPod can be. "What if all the new computers fill my hard drive with sheep porn? Again?"

"That was just Pintsize," she said hopefully. "Dr. Corrine says it's only for a little while."

She frowned. "I think we have to stay at a hotel tonight."

Winslow looked suitably scandalized on her behalf.

"Just so you can charge," she added. "Come on."

With that, she headed into town.

[Just establishy, yay!]