Turtle & Canary; Thursday [ 09/20 ]

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Turtle Wexler was not having a good morning. Instead of spending inventory day bouncing around the store with her clipboard, she was practically chained to the counter by the cord of the phone. That's to Jamie's drain on the resources, they were finally out of the bad red, which would have been fine, since they got a new batch of flavors in today. But, of course...

"Yes, hello, thank you," Turtle said quickly when she'd been rerouted. Again. "T.R. Wexler, from Store Number 1337. ...Yes, the one who's been contacting you about the....No, no, we don't need a resto-- Yes, I know we've had record red sales in the past two da-- No, I do not need...LISTEN! For just....two seconds, okay? I don't need more bad red. The red's gone bad; no one wants it. What I did need was Grape Judas; what you sent me was Grape Matthew. That's not even the right apostle! That I have Grape Judas is very important; every vote counts. How can I be expected to be a shining beacon of consistency in the community when the distribution is run by a bunch of...No, I will not be put on ho--"

"UGH." As the tinny muzak started playing, Turtle was about ready to throw the phone across the store. Instead, she just thunked head her down on the counter and let out a moan. "I'm so taking that company down if I lose this election, oh-em-gee."

Today's Squishy flavors: Bureaucracy, Inefficiency, Grape Matthew.

The ABBA Factory Turtle & Canary is open.

Park [Thursday Morning]

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After making sure he didn't oversleep, getting some caffeine (and really, he could learn to love the caffeine from this planet) in his system and showering, Lee's meandered his way down to the park and taken up a spot in the grass.

There's a book at his side, face up and closed and he's got his face turned up towards the sky, enjoying the cooler weather.

[Lee's here for one person but park is oooooooopen.]

Mauvaise Chance Apartments Office/Lobby, Thursday 9/20

[needsaparrot]

Thursday found Xander in the lobby with his feet up on the counter, thoughtfully flipping through his tracyhigh Fandom High yearbook, thinking about how much had changed even from the POV of people who hadn't had seven years pass since these pictures were taken.

And possibly drawing horns and mustaches with pencil on some of the pictures of Angel.

Hey, things hadn't changed that much.
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[OOC: Open for bidness of a residential or Guy-with-tools-y nature, or just general pestering! Also shh, yes, later it will say what it should really say.]

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Thursday, 9/20

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George Mighael was staring at the ocean and wondering how far out he could swim. Eddie went out pretty far, flying over the white tipped waves. It was... majestic. 

Eddie must have gotten laid yesterday.

How nice for Eddie.

( Menu Board )

Pixie Dust, Thursday

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One of Tink's fabulous employees, the fabulous Isabel, had gone home to see her (presumably fabulous) family. And so the fabulous Tinker Bell was going to open the fabulous Pixie Dust today instead.

This would possibly make up for the fact that the always-fabulous Tink had been far, far too hung over to come in on her regular fabulous Monday shift. Shhhh, she's the boss, she can do whatever she wants.

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Pixie Dust was open. And it was fabulous.

Nast Sporting Goods, Thursday 9/20/07

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Savannah had opened up the store early and was behind the counter with her sketchbook... but the page was blank. She kept picking up her pencils, and then laying them down again.

She had succeeded in getting Sean to order some magazines and now there was a rack of different sporting magazines set up near the counter. Every so often she would straighten them and go back behind the counter.

Nast's is open for business.

Atlas Gym, Thursday afternoon

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Did Deadpool really need to be shirtless while he worked out?

No.

Did he care?

Hell no!


[[ooc: The gym is open for your gymly needs!]]

Caritas, Thursday (9/20)

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When Anders walked in to get Caritas ready for opening tonight, the zombies all let out a collective groan when they noticed (because how could you not) his blue hair.

"Oh, shut up," he told them. "I am so not making you do a sports bar theme tonight,"

The drummer's shoulders sagged -- in a "tape me up, stat" kind of way, even -- with disappointment. He'd actually kind of been looking forward to wearing that bright blue Kansas City Royals jersey that had been in a storage clost, and Anders had been about to throw out.

Too bad Anders never found out about that. He would've thought it was incredibly appropriate.

[OOC: Mod Tino for speedy service until 8:40 or so EST, as I'm getting ready to flee work but shall return after that!]

The park [afternoon]

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Johnny was booooooored.

So bored, in fact, that he was sitting in the park making balloon animals for the squirrels.

"This one's a snake," he told one, "that one's an eel, and this one is a quad amputee weiner dog."

...Johnny couldn't actually make balloon animals.

The squirrels looked less than impressed.

Speaking of Sophie - Original Soundtrack

Photo Hut, Thursday

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There was a new, fancy sign up in the window now.

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text: HEADSHOTS
PORTRAITS
GREEN SCREEN STUDIO
WALK INS WELCOME

THE PHOTO HUT
CAN YOU PICTURE THAT?

The Devil's Nest - Thursday 9/20

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Neil was sort of lost in thought as he headed into the Nest tonight. He'd been in a bit of a fog since this time last week, his thoughts tied up in Andrew.

Ahh ... teenagers.

Fandom Post Office: Thursday [20.09]

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Once again, Moist had left the Post Office in Gladys' more than capable hands.

He might come to regret this, seeing as those capable hands were wrapped around the latest copy of Cosmo.

Gladys was wearing the closest she could come to a thoughtful expression, which, being a golem, was identical to every other non-expression she ever wore.

The Beach, Thursday Evening (09/20)

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Her discussion with A.J. earlier in the day had put it into Beauty's mind to go riding. Not just a quiet meandering down one of the trails in the preserve, but some real exercise for Greatheart, who was probably languishing of boredom -- or beginning to grow fat and lazy.

She found herself drawn to the beach, and quickly fell in love with the way the air smelled as it whipped past, and the muffled sound of her horse's hooves in the sand as they galloped along the edge of the water.

[ooc: OPEN!]