Luke's Diner - Sunday Brunch

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Yitzhak had shanghaied -- if you could call cornering and glowering at someone shanghaing -- one of the kitchen staff into dressing up with him today as Ann and Nancy Wilson from Heart.

While all this was going on, the rest of the staff had set up the brunch buffets and gotten everything ready. As usual, there was a small band setup behind the salad bar, and somehow or other Yitzhak had managed to get the Korean army sergeants' wives to play backup today.

Request songs at your own risk.

[OOC: Minor OCD is up!]

Jeff, God of Biscuits: Sunday morning

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She'd actually slept well last night, for the first time in a month. So she might as well wreck it a little with caffiene. Parker grabbed some chocolate chip muffins and a latte, then a window booth. Gorgeous day.

[ooc: meeting a few people, but open after, and for all your Biscuit-y needs]

Sanctity - Sunday

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It's another lazy Sunday, which means the large, be-ponytailed assistant shopkeeper is puttering around behind the counter, doing god knows what with some mechanical looking bits. Could be a toaster, could be a weapon, who can tell? Either way, the shop is open for business.

The Park - Sunday night, where sneakiness prevails!

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After doing some serious planning that involved quiet sneaky time and two big-assed water guns, Annette and Dick hurried to the park, found an obliging tree that they could hide in, and settled themselves all comfy like on a wide branch. Ready, willing, and waiting for unsuspecting victims to pass below the tree of watergun doom.

Waterguns full, they lay side by side, poised, quietly giggling. "I hope someone comes by soon," she whispered to Dick. "I have a happy trigger finger and I'm afraid I can't be responsible for my own actions."

(ooc: Dick and Annette are hiding out to soak some innocent folks! Do not disappoint them! XD! Otherwise, the park is a park and open for all your sneaky park needs. Or not so sneaky. Dick modded with permission!)

Causeway [Sunday Evening]

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Once again, he's at the start of the causeway. He reaches out with one hand, and instead of the wall he's been met with during every other attempt, this time it gives way. He pushes his way through the barrier, until finally, finally- he's on the other side.

[ooc: for thems who know who they are!]

Caritas, Sunday Evening

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Ellen was a bit disturbed by the burnt smell that hung in the air when she got to work, so she set the door and windows open to air it out a little.

A couple minutes later, she closed them again. No one needed a sudden waft of zombie band in the face, really.

Trooper station - Sunday

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The troopers were a tiny bit nervous this morning and keeping an extra eye on their prisoner as it had taken a lot of them to capture him. The fact that tex hax laughed at them when she was informed of what had happened and had told them to let the prisoner stew for a bit, didn't help either.

((You know the drill. Let Deadpool tag in first and feel free to handwave being escorted to the cell.))

The Junkyard [Sunday, March 25, Afternoon]

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Rose arrived in the Junkyard, picnic basket in hand and following River's directions to her squirrel built ship. River was going to show-off her ship and Rose promised to bring the snacks to the showing. There were a lot of ships here, more than she's seen in the last four years, just walking through this felt like old times.

She paused at the end, where the map had an 'X' sign and studied River's squirrel built ship.

(For River, but open for Junkyard purposes)

Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday Insanely late night

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Deadpool stumbled into the church, squinting as he looked around for his nun. The mask was half off because that made the drinking hard to do when you had to lift a mask every time you wanted a sip. Or chug in his case.

He held a half drunk six pack in one hand, dragging it along the pews as he walked up the aisle toward the alter.

"Rosettte!" He whispered, in that special drunk-whisper that was practically a shout. "Where's my favoritest nun ever?"