Luke's Diner, August 21 (Tuesday)

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There didn't appear to be anyone behind the counter at Luke's today, but anyone who came in might hear a heavy, rhythmic thumping sound coming from that direction.

Yitzhak had had "Truly, Madly, Deeply" by Savage Garden stuck in his head for three days now and no matter what he did he couldn't seem to dislodge it. But maybe if he kept up the thumping he'd eventually knock himself out . . . because apparently even self-inflicted injuries, with Yitzhak, had to have some element of being passive-aggressive.

Luke's -- *thud* -- is -- *thud* -- open.

*thud*

Fandom Post Office, Tuesday, 8/21

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Annette didn't feel too bad coming into work today. Maybe a slight headache but nothing a cup of coffee wouldn't cure. 

She was incredibly thankful that the radio hadn't mentioned certain things last night; she had acted like the biggest loser and said things she shouldn't have, making her cheeks blush now even thinking about what had happened. And there was no way she could explain anything. To Dick. To A.J., or even to herself. Man, it sucked to be her sometimes. Fickle thoughts messed with her mind.

"Mrreow." Annette looked down at Not Tiddles who was sitting at her feet, staring up at her with big cat eyes.

"What?"

"Mrreoooow."

"You're getting awfully used to these treats I bring you every Tuesday, aren't you?" She reached down to pet the cat but only got swatted for her efforts. "Oh uh-uh, I know you're not getting attitude with me when I'm the one with the goods? Better straighten up kitty-cat or no yummy yummy for you."

"Mrreow."

"No. See? This is me ignoring you right now."

"Mrreooooooow!" Not Tiddles pounced on Annette's leg, clinging to the thin summery skirt she had on, pulling at it with her weight and claws.

"Aaaaaaaa!" Annette flailed and fell to the floor behind the counter.

The Post Office is open.

Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

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Today, Jeff wasn't in bad spirits at all. In fact, he was whistling the same notes over and over again as he walked into the hotel and, without consulting Gunther, set up the specials board.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Chicken Curry
and
Milkshakes
(don't let Gunther
convince you otherwise!)

"WILL YOU PLEASE STOP WHISTLING?!" an angry German voice demanded from the kitchen. There may have been something about food in there, too, but Jeff was practicing his ability to ignore people today. He sat down at the desk, smiling like an idiot in between tunes.

[ open! ]

Book Haven, Tuesday 10AM-5PM

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After setting out the tea and pastries for the customers, Tori went around the store, seeing if there was anything that needed tidying up.

Our Lady of Fandom, Tuesday all day

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The door was fixed and the window could be closed again. Now all he needed was to get someone to clean this place up. Gabriel looked quite pleased with himself as he sat on the front step of the church, drinking coffee.

[The church is open]

Café Fina, Tuesday

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The cheese-grater was manning the door at Café Fina.

Anyone who came in today for lunch, or for dinner, would receive a very lovely lunch or dinner.

Anyone who, on the other hand, leaned in to tell the cheese-grater confidentially, "I'm here for the Art Party," would be ushered into the basement, which was happily weasel-free but did contain an oversize penny, along with other relics of THE BATCAVE an odd type.

If you are here for Fina, please mod your service. If you're here for the Art Party - which is in no way a planning meeting for students who wish to fight against Umbridge - come down to the basement.



(OOC: OPEN to any student who saw the posters and wants to come - just handwave asking Valentine for directions.)

Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [ 08/21 ]

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Turtle really wished it was Thursday because, if it was Thursday, she'd be doing inventory right now. But since it wasn't Thursday, she was instead sitting slightly slumped on the counter, chin in the palm of her hand, staring out into space.

She was having very unrealistic daydreams of a steady market.

Today's Squishy flavors: Cracker, Pepperjack, Red.

Turtle & Canary is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [ 08/21 ]

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Chad knew there was a reason he brought Prince Oscar Pedro to work with him. He was sleepy today, and whenever he started to drift off, plop! There was a little naked kitty crawling expertly up his arm to get to his head. It was very hard to nap with a kitten crawling up your arm to get to your head, you know.

Today's music: New Age stuff that isn't helping with Chad's condition.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Caritas - Tuesday 8/21 [Open]

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After the incident last week, Dick made sure to say no when Tino offered him more headache medicine when he came in to work. And he also kicked Tino in the shin. Now Dick was cleaning off the bar humming something that sounded suspiciously like "London Bridge" to himself.

Dick loved Fergie.

[I am around but mod Tino if you want]

Serenity Cove, Tuesday Afternoon

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"Gone, fishin'," Leo sang to himself as he baited the hook and cast the line. "Says the sign up on the door."

Embedding the other end of the rod into the sand, and laying back in in his chair, he popped the cap off a bottle of corona and settled in for a day of fishing.

[open like a beach]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night (08/21)

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With Wilson and Lucifer out of town, Aziraphale found he had quite a lot of time on his hands. So he'd spent the day reading up some more on bartending. And, well, just reading in general.

There might also have been some research on the moral implications of casting curses, as they pertained to beings that didn't technically have Original Sin. No reason, really.

Tonight's Drink Specials
Evil Spell
Enchantress
Gin and Sin