Luke's Diner; Wednesday [ 11/07 ]

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Inside the diner today was a very, very nervous artist boy, a specials board with half specials, half random lines and curves and designs, and a constantly being checked pocket watch. A lot of shifting of weight, tapping of fingers, and a lot of jumping and jeering whenever anyone from the kitchen dropped a tray.

A.J. was starting to think maybe picking Wednesday was a bad idea. That maybe the whole thing was a bad idea. Oh, man...

Luke's is open.

Pixie Dust, Wednesday

[notclueful]

Blackheart made an adorable bunny. Especially when taught to accessorize.

However, after hearing about Blackheart's human nakedness in the store yesterday thanks to radio, Cher's forgotten the adorableness in favor of cleaning every available surface, because come on.

Pixie Dust was open.

The Park, Wednesday Morning

[intraspective]

It was cold but Ino had woken up and found the thought of staying inside to be intolerable. Which was why she was now perched in a tree. Her legs dangled off a branch, and she was frowning.

She was also wrapping chakra around twigs and flinging them, hard, at the ground. The way they sunk into the earth was very satisfying.

Obviously, she was in a bit of a Mood.

[Open~]

Magic Box, Wednesday [11/07]

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It was a very tired and slightly cranky Andrew that opened the Magic Box. He didn't even bother straightening anything up this morning, just unlocked the door, went behind the counter, and sat down with a humph.

Fandom Post Office, Wednesday (11/07)

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These dreams were starting to wear on Beauty's nerves. Last night's had featured a dark forest, like the one outside Blue Hill, filled with the howls of wolves. (Beauty had never even seen a wolf, where did this idea keep coming from, she wondered.)

So today she was writing letters, in hopes that it was simply a bout of homesickness that could be cured by writing home. She even had her colored pens out, to draw another picture for the babies.

Gladys was quietly in her corner with a magazine that Beauty thought was either about pastries or shoes, but she couldn't tell which, and Not Tiddles was hiding under the counter and occasionally swiping at Beauty's feet.

Photo Hut, Wednesday, 11/7

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Johnny was at work.

Johnny was bored.

Johnny was behind the couter reading, you guessed it, motocross. 

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Wed. 11/7

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George Michael was wrapped up in his coat and staring idily across the way, at the ocean. He wondered if his Uncle GOB was somewhere out there and what he was doing if he was. Tonight he would sit and write his dad, no, he would call him. No, he would write. No...call.

Okay, tonight he would call his dad.

( Menu Board )

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday [11/7]

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When Hoshi got to the hotel for her shift, she noticed a rather large fruitbowl on the front desk. There were the usual assortment of apples and oranges and pears, but Hoshi was confused by the two large cantaloupes. There were also plenty of bananas, she noted with a smirk. It seems Miss Connell had developed a taste for bananas lately, according to the radio.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Hot and Sour Soup
Mapo Tofu

Our Lady of Fandom, Wednesday all day

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Gabriel had managed to try the taser Annette had left behind on a pigeon outside the church. The result had been quite satisfying, and he was definitely not giving the thing back now.

The church as getting cold, and there was a disturbing smell of decaying food. He wasn't sure how to solve either of those problems.

[The church is open]

Devil's Nest, Wednesday Night 11/7

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Kabuto was in a much better mood than he had been on Sunday. Sunday had just been a Bad Day; even snarky ninja have those.

Kabuto was playing solitaire on the bar. Solitaire with info cards. Somehow, it worked for him.

Caritas, Wednesday Night

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Faith wasn't entirely sure she was still gonna have a job, tonight, but maybe if she showed up and acted like she was supposed to be there, the new boss or whoever would go with it. If she was even in town yet.

She opted to not dress like a complete skank, in case this Jolee chick was more the formal type. Nice button-down shirt, but hey, you don't expect a bartender to look like a stockbroker, and leather pants were part of the interview. Besides, she looked hot in them.

Faith settled in behind the bar for her shift.

The beach: Wednesday early morning

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Karal had woken before dawn, feeling fidgety and restless. Morning prayers and meditation hadn't shaken it, so, once Trenor had finished his breakfast, Karal saddled him and they headed towards the ocean.

The moment they reached the beach, Karal gave him his head, Trenor leaping forward, restlessness left behind as they flashed across the sand, heading towards the rocks.

A bird suddenly exploded out of nowhere and Trenor propped, hooves digging in as he slid to a dramatic halt, shaking his head and snorting.

"Glory!" Heart pounding, Karal kept his seat and gently curbed him, patting his neck and talking soothingly. When they were both calm again, he turned them back the way they'd come.

It was cold enough that steam rose off Trenor's flanks and their breath fogged the air, but it made the world feel clean and crisp, and Karal was smiling as they walked up the beach.

[ooc: open of course!]

The Perk, Wednesday Afternoon

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The Perk staff was starting to get used to the presence of Sarah Kerrigan.

And by 'used', they mostly meant 'cowering in'.

She was in a horrible mood today. But coffee was going to make everything alright. Yes.

She totally hadn't picked the spot by the door just because it allowed for better glaring opportunities.

[ open for your Kerriganly and/or Perkly needs ]