The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday

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After last night's radio, Mary was feeling worse than she did the day Casey Manning stood her up at Delinda Deline's wedding, which had to be pretty bad because that's also the day she found out that Danny and Delinda were sleeping together. Again. If there was one thing that could cheer her up, it was baking.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel and Wild West Saloon!
Today's Specials
Salmon Tempura
Mary's Famous Chocolate Chip Cookies

Guys, get dessert FREE when you dress up like a cowboy!

Mary was dressed for the occasion in the tightest jeans she owned and her favorite cowboy boots. She was tired of men in suits.

Book Haven: Thursday 10-5PM [8-2-07]

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Millie opened the store and set things out for customers. She was a little tired after staying up all night surfing the net.

Turtle & Canary; Thursday [ 08/02 ]

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Turtle yawned a little as she came into the store, but quickly remedied that by grabbing a cup off coffee that she only clutched to; she didn't drink it, but it was feeling like she didn't necessarily have to. Just clutching it made her seem businessy and adult and that was the whole point of coffee. She had her clipboard and was more often in the shelves doing inventory (yay!) than behind the counter today.

The glittery "Help Wanted" sign remained extra glittery and continued to be mostly useless.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Inventory, Purple, Red.

Turtle & Canary is open.

Luke's Diner, August 2 (Thursday)

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Yitzhak knew it was going to be one of those days (you know, Those Days) when the morning cook charged straight into the kitchen and started frantically grilling up a family-sized order of cheeseburgers, looking over his shoulder constantly as if he expected to be attacked.

The only thing he would explain, when Yitzhak asked -- or rather, gave him the Quizzical Eyebrow of Doom -- was that "invisible ninja family can has cheeseburgers."

. . . okay, then. Yitzhak so wasn't even going to ask. He retreated to his not-so-much-a-laptop behind the counter, willing the scanty system specs to not blow up, so he could run his not-so-legal copy of Photoshop.

He'd discovered the LOL80's picture thread, you see.

Luke's is open . . . with theoretical invisible ninjas. Maybe.

the beach, after lunchtime on thursday

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Roxas has been mostly holing himself up in his room on his bed with a book. Or in the common room, alone, with a book. Or on the stairwell, alone, with a book.

There's something weird, then, in the fact that, after his workshop today, he's down at the beach, all tanned and blonde and in his swimming trunks, frolicking (perhaps not shockingly) alone in the water.

It's lovely and sunny and rather warm, really, and when he's not frolicking, he sits right in the surf and lets the salty water dry on his skin until the waves rush over his legs again.

There's a deflated blow-up beach ball on his pile of things. If someone shows up, it will quickly become an inflated blow-up beach ball.

[OOC: Finally! A day where my wrist doesn't kill me to type~ Hence, post is open, and also open for all of your beach-y needs!]

Groovy Tunes, Thursday

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Charlie's writing lists of F/X ideas for the play that she has to give to A.J., so he can talk to Aly about them, bits and pieces of Nomadic Celtic Chef (throwing frying pans from horseback at attacking barbarians) and also working on song lyrics. About the new Headmaster. Master of the House Head. It's not going anywhere yet, but it's amusing her.

The kittens are now playing hide-the-CD and forcing Charlie to play when they get bored with each other. Groovy Tunes is open.

The Devil's Nest - Thursday 8/2

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After stopping briefly to say hello the Andrew, Neil came dashing into the bar. He had a wide smile for Musubi and set quickly to work with his cleaning so that he could have time to study his lines.

Photo Hut, Thursday

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The HELP WANTED sign was still in the window, as was a new sign reading: WHO IS UMBRIDGE? Cause he kept hearing that name, and he was curious.

Today Leo had found Nirvana. He was leaning back with some incense going, and wearing a flannel.

"With the lights out, it's less dangerous..."

( Help Wanted Cut for Image )

Caritas Thursday 8/2

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Phoebe was in a mood when she got to work. She was nice to the zombies and helped get them set up and then... she started writing something on a whiteboard she had brought in with her. When Tino saw what she had written, he laughed.

THURSDAY NIGHT SPECIAL!
If you have a roommate of the opposite gender, you get half off the price of your drinks!

She didn't think the boss would mind as she knew this plus the proclamations the temporary principal was making would get people to spend more money in here.

And she knew that making money was an excellent thing.

Movie Sign Theater 3000, Thursday Evening

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Now Showing:

The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies

Jerry falls in love with a stripper he meets at a carnival. Little does he know that she is the sister of a gypsy fortune teller whose predictions he had scoffed at earlier. The gypsy turns him into a zombie and he goes on a killing spree.

John held the door for Charlie, "I hope this movie is as bad as I think it's going to be."


[ooc: Film is really that bad, yes.  John and Charlie's thread locked to them, please, but otherwise the theater is open!]

Café Fina, Thursday

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Naminé hurried into Fina, blushing as she curtsied to the pepper-shaker and the cheese-grater. "My apologies," she said, then lied, "I simply lost track of the time."

She would be sure to stay late, just to even things out.

She lifted her pen and, after considering for a few moments, dashed out the Specials Board:

STAND UP
Fight against what you believe to be wrong
Make a difference. Be that difference.
Even if you think you will have no effect.
Silence never changed the world.

Café Fina was open.

Post Office, Thursday

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The post office was open, but Sokka wasn't at the counter.

He had a little arts-and-crafts area set up in the corner, complete with glitter, confetti, jello, pudding, paint, glue, mineral oil -- all sorts of things that, coincidentally, it would suck to have explode in your face.

Yes, Sokka was making exploding tags. And stuffing them into envelopes addressed to Umbridge.

Every now any then he'd screw up and one would explode in his face. Thank goodness the floor was tile and not carpet.

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday all day

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Still a little worried about a possible appearance of a certain catshaped divine servant, Gabriel had overdosed on coffee. It made him pace up and down the aisle, mostly muttering, either to himself or to someone who might or might not be listening.

[The church is open]