The Preserve, Friday Morning

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Ami woke to realize that she was surrounded by water. Water that distorted her view of anything around her. And she was breathing it.

Great. Just great. I am a damned fish! she thought as she swum around her little carnival-style plastic baggie. At least i am in plain sight in the tent, maybe there is a chance Setsuna will find me...

[for she who knows who she is, omg]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

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Gunther seemed like he was over Wolfgang's marriage, so Mary thanked her lucky stars. She did keep him at arms length in case he tried to grope her again because she didn't need that. She was already expecting Barney Stinson to drop by today and she had a feeling she'd also have to avoid being groped by him.

At least today was River's first day. Mary was very happy about that.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!

Today's Specials
Prosciutto and Mozzarella Sandwich
Fresh Mozzarella and Tomato Salad with Chile-Cilantro Oil and Chipotle Vinegar (spicy)
Sparkling Sangria

[Open! I'm around until noon, and then SP after that. I will pick up pings tonight when I get back.]

Luke's Diner, July 13 (Friday)

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The atmosphere in the diner was light and cheerful today, scarily enough. Odds were about 99.99% that this was related to Yitzhak's absence today, and about as good that said absence had something to do with why the busboy and the dishwasher kept snickering in the corner.

Luke's is open. Cheerfully.

Which should be frightening enough.

[OOC: No OCD and it's all about the server-modding today, as I'm going to be unexpectedly AFK until about 8:30ish PM EST. *CLINGS*]

Café Fina, Friday

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There was no music in Café Fina today.

There was the usual smell of fantastic gourmet food, and the familiar bustle of dishes scurrying about to take orders and food being prepared. And, of course, there was Lumiere, standing at the door, watching the plates and napkins run about with an appreciative eye.

But there was no singing.

In fact, Lumiere had informed his staff that the first dish to sing would be promptly shipped right back to the castle to deal with the most hairy brat in the world rather than be allowed to remain here and serve noticeably less bratty Fandom inhabitants.

Anyone feeling the urge to sing was strongly advised to get it all out of their systems by way of interpretive dance, instead.

Today's Specials Board reads:

NOW HIRING!
The Worst That Can Happen Here is That We Will Sing At You

It was entirely possible that Lumiere was afraid he'd fall into another random song and dance number again in the future, and if he did, he didn't want to leave poor Naminé to suffer on her own.

And not entirely because she was a scary little thing, either.

(Fina is open! And a few notes to the newbies who aren't quite familiar with this version of Beauty and the Beast canon-- The dishes that sing and talk are as tall as you are and still look somewhat on the human side (as the icons suggest). Broadway Musical Lumiere, similarly, is not nearly as wee or candlestick-like as his movie counterpart-- in fact, he's thin, but he's quite tall. You can eat off of the talking dishes if you want to, but brace yourself to be slapped in the face if you attempt to do so without properly courting them first. Fina provides wee inanimate plates and silverware for the purposes of eating off of. We're thoughtful like that!)

Book Haven, Friday (07/13)

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Surprisingly, it actually did occur to Aziraphale that it was Friday the 13th. Mostly because it tended to be referenced so frequently in the more modern occult writings. Not because he was actually superstitious.

After all, for a being who remembered a time before calendars, it was a rather arbitrary assignment of dates.

Still, one never knew when one might have customers who needed a bit of encouragement on a day like this. So he made certain to have extra cookies set out with the tea on the counter.

[ETA: No dinosaurs in the bookshop please!]

The Beach, around noon

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Charlie had her beach bag and cooler of water with her again, clinking and clanking little with the metal trivets. She set up a fire pit again, then went wading into the surf while waiting for Johnny and Turtle to show up.

The sun was high, and the day was gorgeous.

[for stocksgrrl and fantastic_torch, open to observers and anyone else on the beach too]

Our Lady of Fandom, Friday all day

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Still oblivious to yesterday's musical oddness, Gabriel decided this was a good time to be taking up playing the trumpet again. He also contemplated finding some more books.

[The church is open]

The Beach, One-ish

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As he stood there on the beach beside a wooden badger taller than him, John felt sorta stupid. He didn't feel stupid because of the badger, but because he was waiting to give the badger to Aly.

Aly his Explodey teacher. Aly who may not even show up to get said present, 'cause other people tended to think it was weird to give presents to their teachers--even birthday ones. And though it had just turned one a few minutes ago, he began to feel a bit paranoid.

"She probably didn't get the message yet," he tried to convince himself, "And even if she doesn't show up, I could always set it off myself. An explosion's an explosion all the same."

His thoughts wandered over the Desmesnes novel he was reading, how much C4 he'd used on the badger, and the fact that it was Friday the 13th. The last part wasn't all that alarming, as he generally had good luck on those days. Which was pretty odd even to him.



[OOC: Open for anyone, but John's specifically waiting on Aly to show up. Dinosaurs welcome!]

Photo Hut, Friday

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Leo was, as usual, keeping himself occupied while he waited for customers. Today it was attempting to set up the Mousetrap board.

Photo Hut is open.

ooc: Prehistoricals that will fit, are welcome.

The Preserve, Friday night

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A small glade opened in front of them and River tilted her head, looking thoughtful. "Might work."

She had handwavily showed them a detailed sketch how three tents could be combined to one large, semicircular structure with room for an open fire in the middle. That was hoping the direction of the wind didn't change, of course. Oh, and there was that corner which would not be quite watertight, should it start to rain. All in all, River was satisfied with the design. It just had to be put to the test.

The dorky uniforms would also be put to the test. And their knot tying skills. River had a feeling knitting didn't count.

[Pre-played, to be continued in comments. Locked to River, John and Claire, please.]
( Camping! )

Pizza Planet, Friday night

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Johnny and Ronan walked into Pizza Planet and found a booth near the jukebox cause I like it!, sliding in and getting comfortable while grabbing a menu to decide what they were going to have.

"Dude, I am freakin' hungry...what sounds good?"

(Pizza Planet is open. Thread with Johnny and Ronan locked, thanks)

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

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GOB decided that tonight he would practice his less frequently used entertainer skills. No, not the stripping. He decided to practice juggling. He started with a couple shot glasses. Then he added a third and a fourth. Then he switched to liquor bottles. First two, then three, four, and finally, five. Unfortunately, that fifth bottle, a bottle of tequila, slipped out of his hands, crashing against the floor and distracting GOB. The distraction caused GOB to lose track of another bottle that hit him in the head, knocking him out.

Tino rolled GOB under the bar and went about his business bartending.

All this because GOB never was able to hold his tequila.

[OOC: Please mod Tino if you don't mind terribly.]

Fandom Post Office - Friday

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Liz came in to work on time and set up for her shift.

[ooc: wait for the OCD is up!]