Sparky Repairs, Wednesday

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The twins were feeling quite under the wheather today not unlike their mun...who feels like she's dying. Although they opened the store, they had little intention of doing much work. They set the bots in front and keeled over in the back to get some sleep.

Sparky's is open~

Our Lady of Fandom; Wednesday [ 02/28 ]

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Wednesday
Feast of Saint Oswald
Who has a funny name.

Rosette was laid out in a pew, on leg drapped off the side and dragging limply on the floor, while her arm on that side alternated between doing the same thing or resting on her stomach. Her head rolled to the side, toward where ever Chrono might be, but only staring at the back of the next pew. "Chrono? Is Lent over yet?"

"Uhhh, no, Rosette."

"Dammit." She rolled her head back to stare at the ceiling. "I'd kill for a hot dog. Or a beer..."

"You don't even like beer."

"Exactly!"


[[ open for all your deprived churchly needs ]]

Empire Records; Wednesday [ 02/28 ], noon to midnight.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

The only music being played in Empire today was what came from Chad's guitar as he tried to lose himself a bit in the strumming. He certainly wasn't annoyed at any customers for interupting him. He was actually very grateful for them because they caused momentary distractions. He also had a free sandwich and coffee from the thing in the lobby which...kind of helped. Okay, no, it didn't. Not even free food and caffeine could help right now, picturing Teddy off to New York, not having a clue when he'd come back....if he'd come back...

Grunting slightly, Chad picked up the pace of what he was playing, until he had to concentrate on how quickly his fingers were moving in order to keep up.


[[ empire's emo open ]]

The Perk, Wednesday Morning

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Spending a few days working on matters for Harrington Steading, Honor finally decided it was necessary to get out; cabin fever was quickly settling in. To make matters worse, she had not heard anything from Hamish in almost a week. His last screen had been recorded, and he had been deployed at the last minute. She had to admit she missed him, and doing so was only adding to her restlessness. Gathering a coat and Nimitz, she headed for the Perk.

Once there, she ordered a venti hot chocolate and took up residence in one of the overstuffed chairs. The treecat curled up in the chair opposite her. Together, they sat quietly, Nimitz napping and Honor scrolling through the newsfaxes from home.

[Open for your Perk-ish needs. Heaven knows, I needed the caffeine this morning...]

The Photo Hut, 2/28/07

[sneerkite]

Steerpike opened up the store and then sat behind the counter, his hands folded beneath his chin as he continued to plot to take over the world Fandom. His time was coming soon, oh yes, quite soon.

It had not escaped his attention that the Photo Hut was just filled with chemicals and things he might make use of in his plotting.

[ooc: Photo Hut is open]

Turtle & Canary - Wednesday

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

Jane has her feet up and is watching the second Buccaneers of The South Seas sorry the usual meta name is way to long for me... of course, this strike out is even longer but oh well movie.

A bit more silly then it needs to be but the pirates are still hot.

Today's Squishy Flavors:
Red, Run (Unfortunately. "Rum" is all gone.), Jar of dirt

Turtle & Canary is open.

MCA Office/Lobby, Wednesday Afternoon

[needsaparrot]

Xander was sitting at the counter and had a box of doughnuts, a very large mocha, and the internets in front of him. Well, not the entire internets. Just a couple of sites on local demonic history at the moment. Which weren't proving very helpful on where one could go to find current demons for, say, a bored Slayer to fight.

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[OOC: Open for staff, residents, visitors, and demonic invasions, not that there's any planned.]

Caritas, Wednesday Evening [OPEN]

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It was a quiet night at Caritas--mostly because the zombies had forgotten the amp.

Welcome to acoustic night!

Wednesday afternoon, Galactica Point

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Parker was stretching out her legs and loosening her shoulders before picking up the sword to run through some basic drills before Alanna got there to practice. The sand was going to make things trickier, she could already tell.

The wind was picking up, and the surf kind of made it look like the set of Buccaneers of a Place Like the Carribbean.

[for threeweapons, but open for your beach needs]

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Night

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Lucifer frowned as the club wasn't opened once again tonight. He had employees for a reason.

So, there he was behind the bar tonight.

Annoyed.

Approach at your own peril.