Post Office, Friday

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Sokka, excited from a week of awesome classes, was on his A-game today for the post office. He got there early, brushed the dust and cat hair off his spiffy post office cap, and stood helpfully behind the counter.

"MRRROOWWW?! MRRROWWWWW!!!"

Not Tiddles was trying to ruin his groove, trying to break-a his stride, was just being annoying. She was standing on the counter in front of him and looking up at him demandingly. And meowing bitchily.

After a few minutes of that, he gave in and petted her, at which point she flopped down contentedly and started purring. And that went on for a long, long while, because any time Sokka tried to take his hand away, she'd meow loudly and look at him like he was some kind of scum.

Then, without any warning, she hissed, bit his hand hard, and ran away. Sokka stared after her. "What was THAT all about???"


[Wait for OCD. Yes, one of our cats actually does this.]

Luke's Diner, September 7 (Friday)

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Yitzhak wasn't anywhere to be seen behind the counter of the diner today, but if anyone followed the rhythmic thumping they'd find him beating his head into the wall in the corner.

Someone had decided to switch out the CD in the stereo to Vanessa Carlton, and then glued the disc tray shut.

That was just wrong.

Luke's is open, with more piano pop than any decent glam-rock acolyte should be expected to countenance.

Turtle & Canary; Friday [ 09/07 ]

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Her mood improved a bit from yesterday, Turtle got to the store a little early so that she might set up for Sora's first day. She had all prepared for him a nice nametag and a Packet of Dooooooom with proper procedures and expectations and forms in triplicate. When he would arrive, she'd take him through the grand tour and start teaching him the ropes and the showing him the basics. Wait, no. Scratch that. Reverse it. There we go.

The newer, verbose sign had been taken down and replaced with the older, simpler, much more glittery...er "Help Wanted" sign.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Newbie, Fresh Meat, Bad Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Magic Box, Friday

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The most disturbing thing Giles had seen in a while had been a patch of scorched grass in the park that may or may not be indicative of a summoning. Not really all that disturbing at all in the grand scheme of things, but Giles was pouring over some of his books anyway to see if anything jumped out at him.

It wasn't just because he rather missed researching a new threat. No, not at all.

Not that he'd ever admit to at least.

No one wants to admit that they're a research junkie.

The sale banner had been removed but the HELP WANTED sign remained on the door.

The Magic Box was open.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

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Gunther was upset, complaining that the specials board was unintelligible. River pointed out that it was neatly written, you just had to know Chinese to be able to read it.

"We are not in China!" Gunther raged.

"Have never been to China," River replied. "Am good at calligraphy, though."

The specials board is today written in Chinese characters, translated from Gunther's original text by River. The Arms Hotel is open.

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night (09/07)

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First night on the job for his new shift, so Aziraphale was a little bit early, making sure everything was nice and neat and well polished.

The Nest had a bunch of neatfreaks for employees, however, so that didn't take long.

Then he wrote up the specials board and pulled up a stool behind one end of the bar, so he could work on some class notes for Monday in between customers.

Tonight's Drink Specials
Karamozov Koffee
Czar's Cup
Muscovy Martini

[ooc: AFK until after 9:00 EST. Please mod Musubi in the meantime.]

Photo Hut, Thursday

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Leo was trying to set up the equipment that had arrived yesterday. They consisted of a large green screen set with furniture, and a camera, monitor, and computer set up. It was all rather baffling to the poor hippie.

The sign was still up in the window, in hopes that someone knew how to set all this up.

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The sign in the window said "HELP WANTED".

The Park, Friday Afternoon

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Robin had brought his new skateboard down to the park to see if he could figure out how to ride it.

He set it down carefully, in the center of the walkway, and made sure it was pointed strait. Several of the ducks came over to watch.

Tentatively, he got up on the board, and tried to rock it forward.

*WHING!* The thing zipped out from under him, spilling him into a heap on his back.

[Open!]

Caritas, Friday evening

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D'Argo hadn't expected to be opening tonight.

Which was why he rushed in a little late, looked at the zombies and said, "If anyone asks, I was here on time," ang got to work.

Like the zombies were going to tell.