Mauvaise Chance Apartments, Roof, Wednesday Morning

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It wasn't too early, but it was still a bit early when Cally hit the roof, a small bag over her shoulder.

She wasn't supposed to bring much with her. Besides, most of her baggage these days was emotional. It was time to wait for the Raptor.

...it was going to be a long two weeks.

[ooc: Open, if you like.]

Turtle & Canary - Saturday

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Jane's got the cash register kinda sorta figured out.

The leprechauns are all alphabetized.

SquishyBot and Lizzy are working fine, and CUBE isn't nearly big enough to eat anybody still.

The store's humming along pretty good.

The Doc seemed rather somber this morning, since getting a letter about one of the students passing. Jane was not familiar with the young fella in question, but considered going to the service with the Doc... Or at the very least, bringing home some bananas and cupcakes with little edible ball bearings on them for him when he got back.

Turtle wouldn't probably like it, but flowers were on sale.

Today's Squishy Flavors:
Red, Rosemary, Pansies

Turtle and Canaries is open.

Sparky Repairs, Saturday

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Since there hadn't been many repairs made by them in a few weeks, the twins decided to make some sort of a repair guide just in case it took a while. They were getting a little rusty and didn't necessarily always have their computers around to look up things online. So, with some music playing in the background, they got a document up on Hikaru's laptop and started documenting away.

Sparky's is open~

Our Lady of Fandom; Saturday [ 02/24 ]

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Chrono had woken up to a room full of flesh, which was probably the last thing in the world he had expected. Apparantly, after the party, Rosette offered to let some of the strippers stay at the church before they headed home.

They absolutely adored the cute little purple haired boy; Chrono wasn't quite sure what to make of the frequent stripper molestation. They were all really nice girls, though; it was a lot of fun to talk with them and their enthusiasm about sparking up theological discussions amused and surprised him.

The flock of them took up a small quadrant around Rosette as they chatted a little about the Bible and the theories that Mary Magdalene (not that one, but the original one) was a prostitute and how Jesus totally had a place in his heart for strippers. Rosette was proud of herself; she felt like she was actually being a good nun for a change, and was having a blast doing it, too.


[[ open for all your churchly needs ]]

Caritas, Saturday Evening

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Ellen got to work, made sure the zombies had all the parts they needed to keep playing, and then started cleaning the glasses beneath the bar. All of them. Even the already clean ones.

Yeah, she was a bit distracted.

[OOC: If you need something quick, mod Tino. If you really want Ellen, I'm around, but will be pinging back pretty slow due to a few distractions.]