Trooper Station: Afternoon

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After doing some handwavey exploring, Mel-who-thinks-her-name-is-Erin decided to follow up on the police badge she found and stormed into police station and flashed her badge at the troopers.

"Officer Erin Fray, reporting for duty."

The Troopers, kind of looked at "Erin" then back at themselves and then just shoved a box of donuts towards "Erin".
"
"Now this is more like it."

In front of the banana stand, Saturday afternoon, 9/29

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George Michael Bluth had no idea what he was doing or who he even was. He was wandering aimlessly up and down the boardwalk in front of the banana stand, every now and then looking over at it and scratching his head.

There was the mother of all seagulls perched on the counter of the banana stand eyeing George with ugly, beady marbles for eyes.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked the seagull who of course just nodded his head at George.

"I thought so..." George Michael continued to pace. Back and forth, back and forth, sighing dramatically and wishing he had a huge banana.

[ooc: The banana stand, sadly, is not open today. UNLESS you can get George Michael to make you one when he doesn't have the first clue how to do it.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday afternoon

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Gunther was just a little ticked off when Mary didn't show up at the start of afternoon tea, but he still had an army of NPC hotel workers at his command so he didn't need her. The usual assortment of scones, pastries and mini tea sandwiches were out on the buffet along with tea and coffee.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Join us for afternoon tea.

[Open! Mary is not here today and Gunther isn't too talkative so mod your own service.]

The Park: Saturday morning [9-29-07]

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Millie had no idea who she was or where she was, but there were lots of books and it was a lovely day, so she grabbed one of the first and headed out to enjoy the second.

She thought vaguely that perhaps she should be more concerned about not remembering anything, but somehow she managed to just put it aside to worry about later.


[Open as parks are!] 

Foot of the causeway, Saturday afternoon

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This was it. Jim's last taxi off the causeway. He held onto Lana's hand like a drowning man, all of his belongings (they seemed so few at the moment) in a duffel bag at his feet. Well, not all of them. The t-shirts Lana liked to sleep in had been abandoned.

This was it.

[[If anyone's unamnesiaed, Jim's heading out. Thanks for all the fish.]]

Turtle & Canary - Saturday

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Sulley was up bright and early and hurried down to work. He was working on his art homework in between customers with several items from the store. He'd put them back when he was done.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Amnesiac Apple, Oblivious Orange, Red

Fandom Post Office: Saturday [29.09]

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The post office was its usual Saturday self. Not Tiddles was stalking her merrily demented way through the clock tower, Gladys was dutifully sorting mail¹, and Moist was half asleep over a sketch pad filled with half-formed stamp ideas.

He'd stalled a bit on the stamps. He was certain a fifty cent stamp featuring a likeness of Zoe would be very popular. He was equally certain that, if using them became known as 'licking Principal Washburn's backside' her wrath would be far more frightening that even Vetinari's.

Hence the stalling.

¹ Gladys had actually been struck by the epidemic of memory loss sweeping the island, but she was a golem, so no one had noticed.

The Perk - Saturday Morning

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A guy with blue skin, flaming hair and no fashion sense had woken up this morning with no idea who he was or where he was. Not that it mattered, of course. Wherever he was, as long as there was food and people, he was set for a good time. It was morning, so there were no bars open, but the smell of coffee drew him in. The sight of food clinched it. This was definitely a good place to settle in for the morning.

The Perk was open for all your caffeinated needs and hey, there was a nasty Greek god who had no idea he was a nasty Greek god at one of the tables to talk to.

Caritas - Saturday evening [Open]

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GOB opened up late tonight because Tino was still cleaning up from last night.

In order to make sure that the kind of insanity that happened last night didn't happen again before the bouncer came into town, GOB did something drastic.

The zombie band didn't have their instruments tonight. They had chainsaws. And anyone who tried any funny business was going to have a zombie with a chainsaw on their--

Before GOB could finish the thought, the zombies had pretty much dismembered each other with their chainsaws.

GOB stared at his temporary security system in horror. Fine. If anyone acted up, he was going to throw zombies pieces at them.

[OOC: I don't know. But I'm around.]

Devil's Nest, Saturday Evening

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One of the problems with amnesia was that you couldn't remember where the restaurants were. Kabuto and Ino had decided to go out to eat, so they'd headed out to town. Kabuto let his instinct take over, figuring there was probably a place in town he visited often. Usually if you went somewhere often enough, your body remembered the path.

He stopped outside the Devil's Nest, looking up at it. "This doesn't look much like a restaurant," he said, frowning slightly. "Should we check it out anyway?" Trying the door, he found it unlocked, and headed inside with Ino.


(Devil's Nest 'broken into' with permission, but not exactly open...though the door is unlocked, so it is technically open in a way.)

Pixie Dust, Saturday Night

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The lights weren't on, the sign wasn't lit, and Pixie Dust most certainly wasn't open.

Which was what made it the most spectacular base of operations that any secret agent duo who had been mindwiped by zombie ninja pirate gangsters could ever hope for.

There were clothes lining every wall, and the place glittered and shone. Not only was it terribly unlikely that the werewolf mafia would find them there, but Gerard was positive that the place was bright enough to drive away any evil demon robot mobster within a thousand miles.

Also, it appeared as though he and Jonie were meant to find this place...

After all, when searching his coat pockets (borrowing his coat back from Jonie to do so, of course) for something to pick the locks with, he just so happened to find the key to the front door.

How convenient was that?

(While the place certainly doesn't seem open-- Well, "Gerard Smith" also happened to not lock the door behind him. Wander in if you feel so inclined! Pixie Dust hijacked with permission, omg!)