Nast Sporting Goods, Saturday 11/3/07

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Savannah was either behind the counter or wandering the store, straightening things up. She was in a very good mood and sometimes seemed liike she might be bouncing as she walked.

Nast Sporting Goods is open.



[[OOC: No OCD today as am lacking witty comments for them.]]

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Saturday, 11/3

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George Michael came to work with his hands wrapped around a large cup of hot coffee. It was chilly, he was cold, he could use a little warm snuggling. It was there his mind was while he opened up and go ready for the day.

Too bad Eddie didn't have anyone to snuggle. He was sitting there, or standing, staring up at George Michael, his black beady eyes glaring at his cup of coffee. "No Eddie. No. This is mine. Fly away. Go fly away. Far far away." George Michael cocked his head. "Aren't you supposed to fly south?"

( Menu Board )

Trooper Station: All Day

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After getting Roy's Message last night Dale spent little time in calling all of the troopers from off duty and sending them out to search for the deranged woman Roy had described.

At the moment Dale was currently running on coffee as he manned the comm center to coordinate the search.

[open for slow play]

Our Lady of Fandom, Saturday all day

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Saturday had arrived and Gabriel was still bored. It ws probably a good thing for Fandom that his powers were somewhat limited, as he had begun to contemplate what horrible plagues would be best suited for the island.

Then a particular piece of news on the radio made him hurl an empty donut box at the altar. "He gets to leave while I'm still stuck here?!" God was certainly having one of his more mysterious days.

[The church is open]

The junkyard, Saturday morning

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The Acorn was parked in its usual place in the junkyard. The main doors were open and River had stuck her head down the hatch to the small engine room. Not that anything was wrong with the ship, but maintenance was a good thing, as was making sure she learnt the details of how the ship was put together. It shouldn't be hard, but the logic of squirrels might be unpredictable.

[Open]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday [11/3]

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Mary was still giggling over River's fruitbowl suggestion from yesterday when she arrived for her shift. "Gunther, I need a bowl of fruit for the front desk. Oh, and make sure it's large enough for a couple of melons," she added.

Gunther probably thought she was nuts, but by the end of the day, there was a very large bowl with an assortment of apples, pears, grapes, bananas, and two cantaloupes.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Please join us for afternoon tea.

(Menu)

[Open. And yay, I'm actually around on a Saturday!]

The Devil's Nest - Saturday Night

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Chris got the bar open on time, but spent the majority of his shift doing inventory in the supply closet. Musubi was there to serve drinks though.