Café Fina, Monday

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Another food shipment had arrived at Café Fina this morning, and Lumiere was hesitant to investigate the contents. Between the exploding pants and the chocobo eggs, he was starting to dread discovering what was inside. Most of the time, it wasn't what he had ordered in the first place (honestly, you'd think it would be easier to get snails and the legs of frogs in a place like this).
So Lumiere was holding his breath and standing back as the cheese grater pried the top off of the crate that supposedly contained foodstuffs.
It shouldn't have surprised him that the contents were perfectly normal today, but they were, and he was.
Wild.

Today's Specials Board reads:
Pork Tenderloin with Camembert Sauce-- Enjoy it while you can, it might have run away by tomorrow, knowing this place.

Lumiere was so baffled, he decided to spend the day doing something odd to make up for it.
Ping-pong with candlesticks is the name of the insanity at Fina today.

(OCD is coming up! Mmmm, pork tenderloin.)

Fandom Post Office; Monday [ 04/02 ]

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Yes, the discountaged postage for packages to Japan was definately looking to be very helpful to Setsuna as she sent off her new gifts for Konoka-Ojou-sama that morning and then used all the rest of time at her oh-so-exciting postal position to try to commit to memory all the different weight and packaging prices and trying to make sense out of different kinds of shipping and looking at all the different stamps...

...and ultimately deciding that magicking things and magic hologram letters made so much more sense. Bah.


[[ post office is open! ]]

Our Lady of Fandom; Monday [ 05/02 ]

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Rosette had gotten back to Fandom late last night and had been doing all that driving, so she'd crashed almost immediately and even this morning she was still tired, still sore, but, thankfully, it was Monday, which meant she could just cling to a cup of coffee in the confessional and sleep if she wanted. It hadn't given her and Chrono a lot of time to talk about the whole thing, though, which is why he, for a brief moment, slipped into the confessor side.

"Rosette?"

She snorted. "Chrono? You have sins you want to confess? What did you do this weekend without me here, hm?"

"I just...wanted to know if you found what you were looking for, that's all."

Rosette smiled a bit, softly. "Yeah, you could say that..."

"What was it?"

"I'll tell you when you're older," she smirked. "Now, tell me, my child, have you any sins to confess?"

"Not to you, no," Chrono grinned.

"Then get the hell out of here." She'd kick him, lightly, lovingly, if it weren't for, y'know, the screen.

Monday
Confessions.

[[ open for all your churchly needs; Confessional threads, as always, to be NFB ]]

The Perk [afternoon after classes]

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Anakin was in the back of the coffee shop drinking the largest, blackest cup of coffee they had.

And only because it was too pathetic to start drinking when the sun was still out.

[OOC: Come bother the ridiculously emo teacher omg.]

Cannonball - Damien Rice

Magic Box - Monday

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Giles frowned as he unpacked the most recent shipment. He really was going to have to do something about this supplier sending things he hadn't ordered. First the gross of rabbit's feet and now a crate of golden eggs. What was he supposed to do with a crate of golden eggs?

He sighed. Maybe he could convince people that eating one on Easter would act like a prosperity spell.

The Magic Box was open.

The Park - Monday afternoon

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To help encourage her ankle in healing, she decided to go for a walk. A slow walk, but exercise nonetheless. Besides, it was warm today and she wanted to be outdoors. With her ipod blaring in her ears, she sang along, and stared ahead, planning to walk for a good long while.

( yo, park is open. )

Empire Records; Monday [ 04/02 ]

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So, Chad went and got some stuff done around the store and then he tried to keep himself occupied and boredom free by writing up this week's letter to someone in Japan, especially with possibly maybe just perhaps going there for a bit after the semester. With Teddy. So had had a long letter to work on to Orihime that would be responding to the long letter she wrote him back, with the added inclusion of possibly crashing at his place, since he didn't have his own any more, and he knew she'd actually love to have the company.

He hadn't gotten a letter back from Ichigo get, but Asano had sent one, and it was about three pages longer than Orihime's. And Chad had no idea how to respond ot half of it, most of which was exclamation marks to emphasize his rantings.

...Chad wasn't sure if he'd write back to Asano...

Today's music was a delicate concoction of punk, metal, and... Journey. Shut up. Journey rocked.


[[ empire's open. I think I finally got the date right on this one, too ]]

Sparky Repairs, Monday

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John opens Sparky Repairs waaaay too bright and early and waaaay too chipper. Musta had a good weekend.

Caritas, Monday Evening [OPEN]

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Jarod knew nothing about bunny suits and any zombies or bosses who may have been in them over the weekend, and a strange discontent that he was sure had nothing to do with Parker being out of town and righting wrongs and rescuing people while he did nothing all weekend had led to him doing a lot of cleaning. He was now cleaning under the liquor bottles, since he'd already vacuumed the zombies.

Photo Hut, Monday 4/2

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Leo had discovered Nirvana. Now he was only a decade behind the times. He was currently checking stock, and rocking out.

See Leo.
See Leo Rock.
Rock Leo, Rock.

Photo Hut is Open.

Aereo-whatsit: Monday 10-5PM [4-2-07]

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Millie opened the store.  Lana had called in sick, so she was there for the day.  But that was fine.  she certainly didn't mind being here.

She set out everything, then puttered around the store waiting for customers.