Fandom Post Office, Wednesday, 4/11

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Annette found a pretty rock on the way to work. Pocketing it, she thought Gladys might appreciate it. Just because. But her good intentions were futile. Gladys took the rock, looked it over, and walked to the back door and threw it outside. "Rocks Belong Outside." And Annette wasn't quite sure, but she thought Gladys might have given her a look that was totally chastising. But it was hard to tell, what with those glowing eyes and everthing.

Leaving Gladys to her work, and totally not pouting, Annette found the letter from Mr. Moist and read it.

"...If it gets too annoying, there's food in the back room.

-Moist von Lipwig

PS: Her name is Not Tiddles"

After reading the letter, Annette exclaimed, "Ooh, a kitty!" A minute later she found the cat sprawled on top of the counter. "Oh you are pretty!" She smiled and petted her, saying, "Who would name you Not Tiddles though? Kind of weird, eh? I mean if you're Not Tiddles, then who are you? Hm? You don't have to answer that but just know I would have given you a pretty name. Oh, I have something for you!" Digging into her bag, Annette pulled out a silky blue hair ribbon (why yes, she carries them with her wherever she goes) and tied it around Not Tiddles' neck, making a pretty bow. "There now, don't you look sweet."

Not Tiddles apparently didn't like the ribbon. She started to flail, if you can imagine a cat flailing. The ribbon came off and Not Tiddles began to shred it with her claws.

"Oh, you are a bad kitty. Bad bad. See if I ever bring you another treat again." At which point the cat looked at Annette and seemed to smile. Which was totally wrong. "Stop that. Stop eyeballing me. It's freaking me out."

(please wait for ocd is up!)

Book Haven, Wednesday 10AM-1PM

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The treats were out, should any customers happen by and find themselves either hungry or thirsty, maybe both.

Tori was looking through a magazine, trying to figure out how to fix her hair for the prom. There would be no cutting of the hair. Nuh uh. But styling would work.

[OOC: Open! Away for a bit due to class at 11:00 EST.]

Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [ 04/11 ]

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The store stil had an abudant stock of Peeps that were quickly going stale, so Turtle, while trying to think of something else she could sell them as (paperweights in a few days, maybe; pile them on each other and call it modern art...), she was flinging them with little catapaults and shooters that she learned how to make in Science!. She wasn't giggling every single time one hit Apu, really. Nor was she giggling at Liz trying to chase them. Nope.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Schweinfliech, Lammfliech, Rot.

Turtle & Canary is open!

Sparky Repairs, Wednesday

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The not-prom thing was coming up and Teddy, it seemed, had turned into a teenage girl. Not literally because he would die a happy man if he never had to deal with breasts ever again. But he was wondering if Chad was going to ask him to it of if he had to.

Stupid lack of protocol for two guys going to a not-dance.

Magic Box, Wednesday

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The bunny damage to the store had been enough that Giles had decided to keep the shop closed to finish cleaning up.

This week's shipment from that particular supplier hadn't contained anything he hadn't actually ordered; Giles wasn't sure if that was because of his call last week complaining or the fact that Anya when she'd heard about the bunny eggs in his weekly phonecall to check on Sunnydale events had called as well and made the sort of threats only someone who'd been a vengeance demon for a thousand years could come up with. He rather suspected it was the latter.

Thanks to the day closed and the proper shipment, today when he opened the shop, Giles didn't really have anything pressing that needed to be done. So he was sitting behind the counter reading a book.

The Magic Box is open.

Our Lady of Fandom; Wednesday [ 04/11 ]

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Rosette didn't put up a new sign for today; she was much too busy complaining to Chrono about one of the saints she came across in her big book of saints, much to his dismay. Because she would not shut up about this guy. "Eighteen!" Rosette ranted. "Eighteen years old, forsaw his own death, and what does he do? Goes into lame little religious spells where he's just staring off into space and the whole world thinks that's the divine hand of something? That's bull. He should have been doing something in that time, not just sitting on his butt and doing devotions. If I were this kid's brother, I'd have beat him up, too. All the time. You know I would, because I'd do that to Joshua when he whined too much, but then I'd actually hurt him and had to stop, but that's not the point! Furthmore..."

Chrono lightly beat his head repeatedly on the back of a pew; maybe if he did it hard enough, his brain would start hurting and the pain would drown out the sound of her voice...


[[ open for all your churchly needs ]]

The Perk, Wednesday Afternoon

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Having handwavily made plans to meet Abby for lunch, Aziraphale walked over from the clinic to the Perk and found a quiet table near the window. He hadn't had the chance to talk with Abby for quite some time, and he found he was really looking forward to it.

There was a cup of tea at hand, of course, while he waited, and Aziraphale busied himself with making notations on some kind of list. It had a lot of things scribbled through, and seemed to be giving him a great deal of trouble.

[ooc: The Perk is open for all your afternoon Perk-y needs. Thread with Phale and Abby is closed to them, please.]

Movies in the Park, Wednesday at Dusk (04/11)

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Once again, it's raining on movie day, but there are plenty of tarps laid on the ground and awnings hung overhead to protect people from getting wet, and some portable heaters have been set up to chase away the evening chill. Just a little while before dusk, the temporary movie screen is set up. There's a large open area in front of it, where movie-goers can spread out blankets or set up lawn chairs. Some people are already gathered, picnicking while the sun sets.

[OOC: The movie begins at dusk, and the screen will be removed afterwards. Things have been handwavily arranged in a way that allows people to watch the movie without getting wet if it rains. OCD threads will be have been set up for your movie-going use. Anyone who needs the park for other purposes will find that the outdoor cinema takes up only a portion of the park, with plenty of space available for non-movie needs.]

Empire Records; Wednesday [ 04/11 ], six to midnight.

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Chad spent much of his shift gazing ponderously at the walls. He was tempted a few times to try that thing him and Nadia did at cheerleading not dirty, but, pretty sure it was just a gym wall thing and not an every wall thing, he kept his feet (in really nice Italian leather shoes, of course) firmly on the ground.

Today's Music was his Zeppelin collection. Because Zeppelins went in the air, and with the whole wall thing...it made sense to him, shut up.


[[ empire's open ]]

The Sewers: Wednesday Evening

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There are plenty of places to patrol in Fandom. For some reason Mel decided it was time to dig deep and check out the sewers.

The sad part was that it reminded her a little bit of Versi.

"So," she said to her traveling companion. "Come here often?"

[For she who know who she is]

Caritas, Wednesday Evening

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As soon as he strolled in, Jarod was confronted by two zombies who presented him with their arms and complained that the new guy had put the wrong arms on the wrong zombies. Or, they didn't really complain so much as they grunted at great length and in different speaking pitches accompanied by the angry waving of arms, but Jarod got the point.

So, one roll of duct tape (and a sharpie marker labeling the appropriate forearms with a black L and R for the future) later, the zombies were playing some classic rhythm and blues and Jarod was searching online for something nice to get Jaye for Saturday.

Devil's Nest, Wednesday Night

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Kabuto brought his anatomy textbook to the bar with him, deciding that if he wasn't busy, he might as well study. And if he couldn't study the real thing, a textbook would, probably, work.

He made sure the place was clean before opening, since it just wouldn't do for it to be dirty. After a final check-over, he went back to the bar to read. If there were customers who wanted drinks, they could ask.