Café Fina, Saturday

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Saturday was going to be seafood day at Café Fina.
Was, that is, until a band of disgruntled lobster riding bareback on shrimp with crazy mariachi music playing in the background decided to play hero to liberate their seafood brethren. There were little pop guns and sombreros, and a few of the dishes suffered minor chips.
Therefore, Saturday was no longer seafood day at Café Fina.

The Specials Board reads:
Wanted, dead or alive so that we can boil them for dinner: A troupe of crazed Spanish lobster in sombreros. Last seen running away with our lunch special, riding on wee little shrimp steeds. Anyone who apprehends these banditos is to return the caviar and half-shell oysters to Lumiere.

Lumiere had no idea where in the world they had come from.


(ooc: I probably won't be around all day, as I'm going out for breakfast in the morning, and I work in the evening-- but if you want to stop in and eat, or to WTF at the special board today, feel free. I'll be able to catch pings late in the evening, if that suits you. Today's Fina Theme is a total tip-of-the-hat to Hamlet and the Swedish Chef, as the lobsters are from a Chef skit and Hamlet nearly made me pee myself laughing yesterday in the common room.)

Aereopagitica; Saturday [ 10-2 ]

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Following suit with yesterday, Alphonse came in and opened the store, then took a seat behind the counter.

[ ooc: so not only am I feeling uncreative, but it is 7:30 in the morning and I am awake. I think the world may end, or something. ]

Turtle & Canary - Saturday

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Jane is sitting behind the counter reading a comic book called "Current Incarnation"

She doesn't get it.

Today's Squishy Flavors:
Red, Purple Stuff, Sunny D

Turtle & Canary is open.

Hitsuzen; Saturday

[wishfulenigma.livejournal.com]

"Not yet?" two tiny voices asked in unison, both looking down at a picture frame; after some digging during the week, they were finally able to find it.

Yuuko shook her head. "No, not yet. It's still too early, I would say."

Maru and Moro looked disappointed, but not long after they rushed off to tend to other things.

Hitsuzen was open.

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude could think of better things to be doing on Saturday morning than be at work.

Then again, he really liked this job. So he wasn't complaining overmuch.

He was humming to himself something about never trusting a fellow with a helmet on his head as he put up the specials.

Today's Specials

"Consequence Free" Three Bean Chili
"Helmethead" Meatloaf
"The Jolly Butcher" Steak Sandwich
"Chafe's Ceilidh" Chicken CKebabs
"Penelope" Coconut Cream Pie
"Jakey's Gin" Root Beer Float
(it's sweeter than Pepsi and stronger than tea)

[[I'm feeling patriotic today. Wee OCD on the way ready to go!]]

Devil's Nest, Saturday

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Today's day?

WRATH

Anger. Rage. Bloody freaking murder.

The drink?

Beer. The kind they serve at Soccer Matches. And cheap, so you can drink a lot.

Photo Hut, Saturday

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

Leo is studying the manual for one of the new-fangled film developing machines. He was either concentrating very hard, or completely spaced out.

Photo Hut is open.

The Preserve, Saturday Night

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

The pair appeared in a small clearing in the middle of the woods.

Deadpool took the few seconds after they materialized to pull a gun, pointing it at Cable.

"Now, you see, we're divorced so that means that you aren't allowed to show up 'round here no more. I should have changed that stupid lock, maybe made you leave your key."


[[ooc: For the Christ figure with the techno-organic arm]]

Caritas - Saturday evening [Open]

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After last night, GOB was all set for a quiet night behind the bar. Nothing was going to make tonight too interesting.

GOB opened up the cash register and broke open a roll of pennies. His change launcher had been acting up recently, so he needed to test it out. He was being smart, though. It would be annoying to have Tino clean up the pennies around the bar - Tino would surely get in his way while he tried to sit around - so he moved to the stage, bringing his drink with him.

He set his glass on the edge of the stage and cued the zombies to play The Final Countdown.

After some prancing around, GOB knocked over his glass, which spilled onto the dance floor. He didn't notice this.

And then, when it was time to test his change launcher, a flame shot from his other wrist. "Dammit. It was the fireball I was having trouble with, not the change! Dammit!"

While GOB cursed himself, the flame hit the whiskey on the dance floor.

After much flailing and Tino using the fire extinguisher to clear the fire and cover GOB in foam, the threat had ended.

The dance floor, however, had burned down. Again.

"Tino, get the tables and chairs set up."

[OOC: Caritas: Burning down dance floors since 2007.]

Fandom Post office: Saturday (24/03)

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Moist was greeted by two things when he arrived at the post office after a much enjoyed week of leisure.

Well, three things, but one - Gladys - was so obscured by the other - a milling, scrambling, snuffling pack of ridiculously cute purple spotted critters - that it was simpler to class them as a single object. Although, really, there were lots of the strange creatures, so...

No. That was enough. Go on like that and he'd get nothing else done.

The other thing was a Sorting Engine, shimmering and shivering and glowing an urgent blue. While Moist watched, it shuddered and blooped out a small box, which landed with unerring accuracy on the counter.

The pack of critters abandoned Gladys to nimbly clamber onto the counter, snurfling the box, but quickly lost interest*.

As was habit now, Moist read the label aloud. "Jack Harkness, Room 215, Fandom High etc etc. Urgent. Gladys," he said, hefting the box while he turned to the golem. "Urgent Saturday deliveries are becoming the norm. I think you can look after this one."

"Yes, Mr Lipwig." The golem accepted the box and lumbered out of the post office.

All but one of the critters followed, trotting neatly after her. The one who stayed curled up on the counter, watching the Sorting Engine intently.

"This is going to be an interesting day."

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*This is because the box contained no socks. Not that Moist knew this.

The Park, Saturday evening

[needsaparrot]

Xander had the start of one of those headaches, the ones that began as a dull pain behin his eyepatch and slowly throbbed their way backwards into his brain until you could play sambas with his skull. Napping it off hadn't worked, so he decided to try taking a walk; sometimes what the weather played a part in causing, it would also help fix, if he wandered out in it.

When he reached the park, he turned up the collar to his jacket to keep the mist from sneaking down the back of his neck, and settled down on one of the benches to watch the duckpond. There was a book on his knee, but he wasn't reading it.
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[OOC: Xander's here for a specific encounter, but the park, being a park and Xander having no explosives or large construction equipment on him, will still be here for your parkly needs after he leaves.]