Pixie Dust, Late Tuesday Night

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What sort of demented people sent shipments this late? Humans were insane. Just because she'd specified it was a rush order was no excuse for them to call and wake her up when decent people were sleeping and make her come down here to sign forms and put things away.

(All right, she hadn't been sleeping. She had been drinking Squall's tequila. But that didn't change the fact that decent people were asleep.)

She was never, ever using that stupid carrier again.

Pixie Dust isn't open, but the lights are on and the door is unlocked, if anyone is curious and wants to deal with an enraged, drunk pixie.


(OOC: expecting someone, but also open for your masochistic insomniac needs.)

Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [ 09/05 ]

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Unaware that anyone had been hired, Bart once more put up the help wanted sign.

And added a few dinosaurs to it.

What? It looked cool!

Still Hiring!
It isn't too late to be a part of the best retail team on the island,
possibly in the state! Great benefits, employee discounts, free Squishies.
Tuesday and Saturday shifts still available!
Inquire Within.

Today's Squishy flavors: Triassic, Jurassic, Red.

Luke's Diner; Wednesday [ 09/05 ]

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In celebration of his new identity as an alien from the future, A.J. came into Luke's hoping to set up a little space theme for the specials board. That was his intention, anyway, but he only got halfway through decorating the sides of the board with planets and stars and really neat but somewhere superfluous swirls and squiggles before he got distracted. It was the swirl in to top left corner, right before he was about to write down the actual specials that did it, lighting a spark in his head that left his scrambling for his sketchbook to get a few things down before it left his brain, ideas for the mural he'd promised to paint on River's spaceship.

And it was awesome. Specials had to wait for this kind of awesome.

Luke's is open.

Magic Box, Wednesday [ 09/05 ]

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Andrew had brought his didgeridoo to work for a little harmless practice. The shop was filled by the archaic drone.

The Magic Box was open for everyone's supernatural needs!

The Park, Wednesday Late Morning/Early Afternoon

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Aziraphale had the day to himself while Wilson was on clinic duty, and he'd been feeling as though he was slacking off at keeping in fighting shape. When one had the Prince of Hell around to be compared to, one was reminded that crosswords and tea did not constitute practice.

So he was in the park, barefoot and wearing only a pair of casual trousers (his shirt and shoes were sitting on the bench), wings unfurled and a familiar flaming sword in his hand as he went through a series of exercises.


[ooc: Open for interaction with Aziraphale, or just general park purposes. No, he's not making any attempt to hide what he is. And he's happy to stop for a break to talk if someone catches his attention.]

Chilly Boulder Ice Cream, Wednesday After School

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Ice cream made everything better. Well, that and pie. That was Teddy's thoughts on the matter, at least.

He looked over the flavours they had, hoping maybe for one that mixed those two while he waited for Haku.

[[ooc: open for your ice cream needs, but Teddy's here for snow_white_boy]]

Trooper Station

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It was your typical day at the station, except without Roy and Dale around the trooper known as "Ralph" had been doing his best to get the other troopers to call him by his designation again.

He was just about to order the troopers to stop snickering when there was a flash of light in the middle of the office and suddenly a very dazed and disheveled looking Dale Cooper was standing there.

The troopers and Dale stared at each other for a moment or two until one of the trooper went and got Dale a cup of coffee.

After a brief conversation with Ralph and the revelation that Dale had been gone for more than a week, Dale sat down at his desk for a few moments.

A week. Gone. With no memory of what happened. If he were in Twin Peaks, Dale would be contacting Major Briggs to have a long discussion.

Dale grabbed himself another coffee and focused at the job and pushed aside any thoughts about what may have happened until late when he would have time to reflect.

In the meantime Roy was gone and paperwork was beginning to pile up. Dale sat down and began to work not even questioning why there were twinkies sitting on his desk.

[open and IT WAS IN THE RIGHT COMM THE ENTIRE TIME.]

Photo Hut, Wednesday, 9/5

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Johnny was at work.

He's been here all day, seriously.

Photo Hut is open. 

Movies in the Park, Wednesday at Dusk (09/05)

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Just before dusk, the temporary movie screen is set up, with a big grassy area in front to provide seating space. A few people have arrived early to share picnic suppers, and to visit with their friends.

[OOC: The movie begins at dusk, and the screen will be removed afterwards. OCD threads will be are 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.]

Caritas- Wednesday evening

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D'Argo was getting really frustrated. The zombie drummer's hand kept falling off whenever he'd hit the cymbal, and D'Argo would have to get up from behind the bar and go tape it back on. Which would work until again, it was time for the cymbal. It shouldn't have been happening, either, considering all the tape that was still on the arm itself. He could fashion a new hand out of the tape alone, soon, or at least a reasonable facsimile.

The next time it happened, D'Argo taped it back on, but gave the warning, "The next time it happens, I'm throwing it in the dumpster."


[I misspelled September six seven times before posting this, at which point I went "...Or I can just put "Wednsday" on there like usual, which I then misspelled a few times. I am obviously not working the coherency or brainpower today. Be warned before you ping in.]

Devil's Nest, Wednesday Night 9/5

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Kabuto was still in a fantastic mood from the day before, humming softly under his breath as he cleaned and opened the bar. It felt good to have met some new people and gathered some useful information. He started whistling between his teeth and mixing up a new drink, smiling charmingly at Musubi.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

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Mary had her hands full today with a very angry chef.

"Gunther, you have to calm down! I can't understand a word you're saying. English, please!"

There were no specials posted today, partly because Mary couldn't find the specials board and partly because of Gunther's tantrum.

[Open!]

the park, late wednesday afternoon

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Roxas is shirtless, at the park. It's not exactly the sunniest day of the year - kinda cloudy, but it's much, much hotter than it's ever been in Twilight Town, so he's enjoying it.

His skateboard's by his side with his backpack on top. He's planning on heading down to the beach once he's finished sunbathing here.

Lazy boy. And also silly. He may be asleep.

Fandom Post Office: Wednesday [05.09]

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Moist was here, but he wasn't thrilled about it. He had to find two more employees, but it was going to have to wait for another day.

The Sorting Engine was behaving strangely - belching out butterflies, as a matter of fact - never a good thing in an interdimensional, multiversal quantum mail delivery machine, and he was too busy hiding behind the counter with a butterfly net to worry about hiring.

[ooc: The Post Office needs employees for Wednesday and Thursday. Please see the OOC note if you're interested.]

Luke's Diner, September 6 (Thursday)

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When Yitzhak opened the diner today, he was in his usual daily scruffy garb, although it seemed a little . . . dingier and scruffier than usual.

He had good reason. He'd just found out that Valentino Garavani was retiring from fashion design.

World without joy -- and for Yitzhak, that was saying a lot.

Figuratively, anyway.

Luke's is open; mind the emo.

[OOC: Up whoa early since I've finally figured out that I can't come up with a post when I roll out of bed at 5:30 in the morning, and by the time my brain is functioning enough I have to leave for work. :P]