Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Thursday, 10/11

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George Michael Bluth was not cutting anymore deals with anyone. Homeless or otherwise. Yeah, he wasn't sure if he believed that guy about living in a church. He just did not look like the church sort, what with his scary looking eyes and all. That was yesterday. Today George Michael is all about business. He's Mister Manager and ruler of the banana stand. What he says is law.

At least that is what he kept telling Eddie who flew way too close for comfort.

( Menu Board )

 

Pixie Dust, 10-4

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Isabel was in an incredibly cheerful mood when she opened Pixie Dust. The weather was finally cooler, she had a coffee and a pumpkin muffin, and life in general was looking up.

She was ready to help you with your fashion needs.

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Turtle & Canary; Thursday [ 10/11 ]

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Turtle settled in behind the counter with a small sigh; how was it almost already the middle of October? She'd have to start getting ready for Christmas stuff soon, although she imagined running the usual Christmas things were probably a bit different for a business with a pretty specific and centralized demographic.

Ah, well. She had charts about it to work on. She was content.

Today's Squishy flavors: Peppermint, Hazelnut, Grape Judas.

Turtle & Canary is open.

Luke's Diner, October 11 (Thursday)

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Yitzhak was seriously pondering making a reality show out of his employees, when he saw the way they cringed as he came in to open the diner today.

Assuming the FCC and network censors would let him get away with all the things he wanted to get away with, it would be the best thing ever.

That would be a huge assumption, though.

Luke's is open, and you know what happens when you assume . . .

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [10/11]

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Mary was hard at work with her plans for the barbecue that she and Stan were throwing at his place on Saturday. That meant Gunther was staying as far away from her to avoid getting stuck with extra work.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Beer-Braised Stuffed Brisket
Old Time Corn Soup with Sausage

The Devil's Nest - Thursday 10/11

[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

Neil was definitely on time this week and he was carrying a stack of camping magazines with him.

No reason.

Smiling to Musubi, he set the magazines behind the bar and then set about cleaning the place up. Not that it ever seemed to need it but Neil liked keeping it all neat and sparkly looking.

Caritas, Thursday (10/11)

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders had all his Red Sox gear on today, and despite the zombie band's objections foisted some on them as well.

The bass player tried to object that it was hard to play properly while wearing a giant red foam finger, but objection was difficult with deteriorated vocal cords.

Of course, five minutes later when Anders had to tape his hand back on, he relented.

"Geez. Lightweight."

[OOC: Sloooooooow pingage for the next two hours, and then quite possibly no pingage at all until 10PM EST or thereabouts. And after taking an hour and 45 minutes to drive 15 miles, I am home and around. If slightly bitter.]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday 10/11

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The store was locked and as dark as its fluorescent walls allowed it to be, when suddenly there was a disturbance in the almost dusty bins of the world music section and Melody tumbled out, also slightly dusty but grinning. "I just wet on the most amazing trip," she announced to Flopsy, who was perched on top on a bin of posters. "I was on the beach, and I think I got married to a giant in Fiji. Or maybe I married a Fig Newton in Giant Stadium."

Flopsy sneered and wandered off, and Melody went up to flip the sign to open. Groovy Tunes is open for business.

Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center, Thursday

[the_merriest]

Rikku was at work. See? Working. All kinds of good. Just because she wasn't her usual bouncy self didn't mean she couldn't work. Totally.

Somehow fiddling with weapons wasn't helping today. Maybe she'd wander into that meditation space and see if it cleared her head at all. Anything at this point, right?

The Wellspring Arms was open.

Graveyard [after sunset]

[sith_happened]

Anakin was following Vladdie through the graveyard on the way back to the house.

Just like he'd been following Vladdie as he sniffed every Interesting Thing!, Shiny Thing! and Potential Food Thing! all evening.

"Come on, boy," he said, rolling his eyes. "There are equally exciting pieces of dust at home. We've been out here for an hour."

( What could possibly be hanging around in graveyards? )

OrangeShoeSevenAide, Jerry! It is Open! It is!

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JERRY! Jerry, where had they been?! Why, the Jerries had been under their couch, drinking rum! And then they had gone on a starship ride to Antarctica! And then ... and then, Jerry, they had met the penguin queen! And eaten her! With a bit of mint jelly!

And then they had been put in jail by the polar bears for eating the penguin queen. Luckily, they had escaped! The polar bears never expect you to have a dry-erase marker, Jerry! Their fiendish plan had been a rousing success!

And then they had travelled to meet some Oompa-Loompas whom they owed several palm trees to. And the Oompa Loompas had been willing to extend the terms of the lease until Febtober of next spring!

And then they had met the Oompa Loompa queen, and eaten her! Which went over less well with the Oompa Loompas.

It was a long and sordid tale, and they were more than happy to share it with any passers-by who passered-by. Should they remember any of it. Which they didn't. But they didn't know that they didn't, so they'd be more than happy to make it up and convince themselves that that was what happened instead. They were the Jerries, after all.

OrangeShoeSevenAide was open. Be afraid.

(I know, it's been way too long. For the newbies: all you need to know is that Jerry and Jerry are insane - literally, not taking the meds, voices in their heads, crazy - and there's nothing in the store you'd want to buy, and you can't buy things here anyway. Stealing and confusion are always good should you actually want any of the random crap around the store. Here's a better explanation, and don't forget the list of items here. Or as we usually do it:

info | items | insanity )

Photo Hut, Thursday

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Leo was meditating. Oh that snoring sound? That's his...mantra. Yeah, that's it.

Photo Hut is open.

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday all day

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Gabriel was still counting his money. He had decided that books were a better investment than donuts, as people occasionally brought him the latter, but rarely the former.

[The church is open]

The Causeway: Thursday morning, pre-classes

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Karal tripped coming through the portal from Valdemar and nearly went nose over tail, but it couldn't make him stop grinning. Neither could Altra, laughing in his head as he bounded through after Karal, and then they both got out of the way for Gavin to come through.