Sparky Repairs, Saturday

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Since there seemed to be an excessive amount of change in the cash register today, the twins decided to build small metal towers out of the shiney little disks. A few quarters might have also found themselves glued to the floor...or window...or door by the end of the day.

Sparky Repairs is open~

Atlas Gym [Saturday morning]

[sith_happened]

Anakin was in the gym beating the crap out of one of the punching bags.

Force, but he'd needed this.

Every know and again he glanced towards the door, waiting for someone to arrive.

[OOC: Anakin's here for Aeryn, but the gym is open for everyone.]

Selkie Cove: Saturday Late Afternoon [4-7-07]

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Lana hadn't been able to stay in her room. Every time she managed to settle somewhere she'd imagined she heard footsteps outside the door and found the terror rising again. So she'd bundled up and headed for Selkie Cove, peering carefully out her door and around each corner then scuttling down the hall or the stairs till she'd finally managed to get out of the building without being seen - or at least without being stopped by anyone. And then she'd run all the way to the Cove, staying off the main paths to avoid any chance encounters.

She hadn't been able to find her backpack anywhere so she'd just tucked a book and her phone into the pockets of her jacket. Not that she felt like reading. She just sat and rocked herself, staring out at the waves, pondering the pros and cons of just walking into the water and letting the ocean take her away.

Aereopagitica; Saturday [ 10-2 ]

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Alphonse had hurried as quick as he could to the store again, as it was still cold out. He hoped the weather would warm up again soon, but in the meantime, the bookstore was open and he was ready to help anyone if needed.

Photo Hut, Saturday

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He'd need food, drinks, and warmer weather than this. There was a mostly legible list of supplies on the counter as Leo played the Game of Life.

Photo Hut is open.

The Sin, Saturday Evening [Open]

[deadly_little]

The decision had been made, and the soon-to-be-former girls of the Sin were moving quickly toward their new goal, toward going home. Moving boxes littered the floors of the Sin, half-filled with the girls' various posessions. Near the door was a box marked 'whips and handcuffs,' for instance, next to 'kitchen stuff.'

In the front yard was a hand-lettered sign:

Going out of business sale:
All services double price!
Last chance, boys!

Behind the front desk sat Miho, for the last time. Woe.

Fandom Post Office: Saturday [7-04]

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Moist opened the Post Office, directed Gladys to get the place in order, then went to check out the sorting engine. It was rumbling and rattling and emitting a strangely harsh blue glow.

He ducked.

A box with holes in it shot out a chute, straight across the post office, and was neatly plucked out of the air by Gladys. It was meowing.

"Nice catch," Moist said as he cautiously approached. The box wasn't just meowing, it was emitting a long, drawn out, mournful wail. "I'll go over there, you open the box."

"Yes, Mr Lipwig." Gladys ripped the box open, revealing an extremely disgruntled looking small black and white cat, which promptly leapt off Gladys and rubbed her head against one clay leg.

"A cat." Moist watched bemused as she trotted determinedly through the building, claiming everything as hers, ending up under the desk, staring up at him. "Oh no. You just stay down there."

It was a cat. Obedience was never going to happen.

She leapt onto the desk, into Moist's lap, kneaded with her paws, then promptly bit his finger and hopped down. "Ow! The Post Office doesn't need a cat. The Post Office doesn't want a cat!"

Despite that, the Post Office seemed to have acquired a cat, one who was currently making herself comfortable in a pile of mail. "If the building burns down, I'm not rescuing you," Moist muttered, surrendering to the inevitable and going in search of a bowl.

Anyone receiving mail today might find it slightly chewed and/or shredded. And the cat was definitely not going to be named Tiddles.

Caritas, Saturday Evening

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Ellen went into work and found the signs GOB had put up - the second bringing up the question of whether GOB actually knew any ladies and whether he'd been the one to decide last night who was and who wasn't.

Ellen left the second sign up and put the shopping bag she'd brought with her behind the bar, going to make a phonecall before opening the doors entirely.

The Preserve, Dusk

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It was nice to know that all of his experience with transporting squirming hostages was well used here in Fandom.

Deadpool dropped his hold on Sokka, taking a quick step back because he didn't want to get hit in Wade Jr. when the kid started flailing about like a big ol' spaz.

"You should just be glad I didn't make you watch the Lifetime channel in order to break your spirit before this!"

[[ooc: for Sokka, of course, and the ponytailed kid modded with permission]]

The Devil's Nest -- Saturday 4/07

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Setsuna had deftly and politely (and without having to mention a reason why, thank goodness) asked Mazikeen if she wouldn't mind covering for her as she ducked out of work early tonight, and Setsuna was both relieved and disappointed that she had agreed. No disappointing Ami-chan, but, also, no convenient excuse to back out of a slumber party.

Setsuna thanked her by doing as much as she could in the short window of time when she'd be there before leaving to join the other girls.

The Devil's Nest is open.