Park, Monday Night

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Jack was out with a stroll, and his stupid hands bothered him from the stupid stove in the stupid common room.

Stupid not paying attention to things.

So he was paying attention to his hands and clasping and unclasping on the towel instead of, say, his surroundings.

[Open like a park. Waiting for a special spooky visitor!]

Random spot in the Preserve: Monday afternoon

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A seed sprouted, sent out green tendrils to wrap around the nearest tree, strangling it, thrust roots deep down into the earth as leaves popped into existence and unfurled, while a tiny orange pod began to grow.

Soon, very soon, in a matter of minutes, in fact, there was a luscious green vine, leaves waving gently as they framed one perfect, gleaming, orange pumpkin.

It was, to all appearances, the perfect Halloween pumpkin.

Tempting, isn't it?

[ooc: for a certain student, who knows who he is, and most definitely NFB.]

Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

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The hotel was covered in sticky notes.

Sticky notes of diagrams.

Diagrams that involved crude stick drawings of women.

Jeff was still trying to figure it out.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
(a very large and
interesting schematic
involving stick figures
a phone and a lamp)

[ open! ]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Tuesday

[intraspective]

Ino got to work in a good mood, and her routine check and tidy up of the store was conducted with her humming under her breath.

Flipping the sign to Open, Ino settled herself on the desk, legs hanging over the side, and considered Halloween costumes.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Tues., 10/30

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 George Michael Bluth was cold. He was cold thus he was wearing the banana costume. He thought about saving it for tomorrow but no, he was cold now and suited up. He was hopping up and down too, making his banana peels flap. He actually scared Eddie away which was cool. He would have to wear the costume more often.

Somebody seriously needed to bring him a hot chocolate. Like, now even.

In addition to the regular menu board, there was a sign that read: Help Wanted. Maybe. Ask Mr. Manager for details.

( Menu Board )

Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [ 10/30 ]

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The conversation with Charlie last night had left Turtle still terribly mopey as she came into work today, settling behind the counter with some work that she wasn't going to tocuh. She was too busy thinking, and thinking that maybe she just thought too much in general, but it wasn't like you could just tell yourself to stop thinking and it would work. She wondered if she should stop by the hotel today, or if she should just wait for radio tonight and hope that it wasn't a disaster. She was thinking it better not be a disaster because tomorrow was only quite possibly the best holiday in existence and there was no way she was going to be in a bad mood for it. None.

Also, there's a special on any Halloween costumes and candy, 25% off.

Today's Squishy flavors: Grey, Orange-Red, Grape Judas

Turtle & Canary is open.

Luke's Diner, Tuesday, October 30

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There was an extremely surly-looking, oatmeal-covered figure behind the diner counter today.

This was the absolute last time that the busboy was allowed to try and cover breakfast when the morning cook called in sick.

The busboy had tried to point out that at least Yitzhak's skin wouldn't be itchy, but since it hadn't been itchy in the first place (obsessive, if clandestine, moisturizing rituals would take care of that) it was a moot point.

Best not to ask what happened to the busboy -- cinnamon and maple sugar was so not Yitzhak's ideal perfume.

On the tiny sliver of bright side, at least the bewigged Help Wanted sign in the window was un-cerealed, and as fabulous as ever.

Luke's is open, and full of your recommended daily allowance of fiber and iron.

The Perk, Tuesday, Mid-Morning

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Coffee probably wasn't the best idea. Her college application envelopes were mailed, and her stomach was feeling jittery. Still, they had other things here, didn't they?

She tipped her head back and started studying the menu board.

Robin's Show That Lacks a Name and May Someday Have an Identity Crisis [Tuesday afternoon]

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"Happy day before Halloween, everyone," she said, smiling and spinning in her chair. "It's Robin again, hoping you're all having a nice day and that maybe some of you have pumpkins growing in interesting places, like Professor Swarley. In any case, lines are open, and I'm here to take your calls."

Photo Hut, Tuesday

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack opened up the Photo Hut.

He had a bit of difficulty, what with being part pumpkin and all. Jack the Pumpkin Hand.

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday, 10/30

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Oh, dear. For some reason Groovy Tunes has received a giant shipment of the new Britney Spears CD.

Melody put one on, winced at the synthesized everything, and set out a bin of them at 3-for-$1. A hand-lettered sign above them reads, "Great shiny coasters!"

Groovy Tunes was open.

Café Fina, Tuesday

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Today, Naminé was not alone in opening Fina. There was a tiny, clearly insane chicken (wearing a mask) who insisted on riding along with her everywhere she went. Because otherwise he would peep very, very loudly and teeter close to the edge of whatever she had set him on. This was not at all frustrating. Really.

Today's Specials Board:

MY BOYFRIEND IS A CHICKEN
Poultry is off the menu
Viva la Fandom?

And, as always, the sign underneath:

HELP WANTED
Inquire Within

Café Fina was open.

Pixie Dust, Tuesday

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( The Universe Hates Blackheart )

(OOC: Preplayed with way_black. Blackheart is now a tiny Dwarf Hotot bunny and will be stuck at Pixie Dust, filled with zomgcute bunny rage, until the mun is back. Mod and torment at will.)

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night (10/30)

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Aziraphale hadn't yet had the chance to talk to Wilson, since his date on Monday with a certain Adversary. But he didn't need to do that to know something was up. The young doctor had been giving off a sense of contemplative stillness that Aziraphale could feel across their bond. As soon as he got home from his shift at the Nest, he intended to sit down for a talk.

In the meantime, however, he had a job to do.

Tonight's Drink Specials
Witch's Brew
Bat Bite
Zombie

Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

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Dick had his laptop sitting on the bar today and was busy bidding on Caritas on eBay. Tino asked Dick if he was planning to do any work today. Dick suggested that Tino should perform sexual intercourse upon his own person. Only in less words.

Dick added a bid of "$156.72 and the guarantee to be the ass part of a pantomime horse costume whenever needed."

Around town, Tuesday evening

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

The Pumpkinhead Horseman rode again tonight, just as he would every night henceforth. The darkness belonged to him. The mini-pumpkins belonged to him. The horse belo... Okay, strictly speaking the horse didn't belong to him, he borrowed the horse and bent it to his will with pumpkin magic. The horse was RENTED TO HIM BY PUMPKIN MAGIC. And that's what made his horse the Steed of Evil.

[OOC: I barely understand what I wrote up there so please don't ask. Anyway, some deal as yesterday. Feel free to ping in with your location and you SHALL BE PUMPKINNED. MWAHAHAHAHAHA.

ETA: That's all for tonight! Pumpkinned people, you'll remain pumpkinned until people are able to reverse the curse tomorrow. Until then, you're freaks! Freaks of nature!]

Fandom Post Office - Tuesday

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Liz came in to work on time and set up for her shift.

[ooc: wait for the OCD is up!]