Bart Allen's Memorial Service: Serenity Cove (Saturday at noon)

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The memorial service was held on the flat hilltop overlooking the ocean, and at its edge rested an old-fashioned wooden boat, worn and weathered. There were chairs for those still too weak to stand and four torches, burning steadily, set in the ground at the four cardinal points. The day was bright and clear, a light breeze blowing out to sea, but despite that, the torches never flickered.

Karal, dressed in formal robes of black and gold, stood in front of the boat, waiting patiently while people arrived.

( When everyone had settled, he stepped forward and began to speak. )

[ooc: Word of the service was handwavily passed by word of mouth, and by way of announcement and on the radio. Please wait for OCD is up!]

Turtle & Canary - Saturday

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Sulley accidentally slept in, but when he realized what time it was, he hightailed it down to open up the store. Apu had beaten him to it and was saying a stream of things really fast that he couldn't quite understand, but he knew weren't good.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Cowardly Lion Yellow, Healthy Green, Red

Luke's Diner; Sunday [ 11/18 ]

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Hey, it was Sunday. He was here in Fandom again, so why not swing by the old dig that added to the long line of counter-jockeying that A.J. would spend his life doing waiting for his works to really pick up? Mosey on down, hop behind the counter and see what's changed in the last couple of decades.

...Which, apparently, wasn't much at all. "Huh," A.J. commented, looking around, and then...

"Oooh, special's board." Delightfully blank and waiting. Time to get to work.

Luke's is open.

Turtle & Canary; Sunday [11/18]

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Doctor Doom strode majestically into Turtle & Canary in want of a nice, royal-type goblet to drink from. He had forgotten his travel goblet and, well, you couldn't exactly drink from a plastic cup when you were Doom.

After seeing a useless minion running the shop, Doom decided to take over for old time's sake. "Bah," he said. "You have no sense for how properly to manage a store. Doom will take this shift to show you that there is nothing you can do that he cannot improve upon. But first, Doom needs a throne. It matters not what you build it from. Doom's presence upon it will make it worthy of Doom."

It took every canned item in the store, but soon enough Doom sat upon a throne of tin behind the counter.

They didn't have royal-type goblets, so Doom just drank a Grape Doom squishy through a straw. "Bah," was his response. "Accursed Wexler and her pedestrian tastes in items for sale."

Today's Squishy flavors: Doomberry, Grape Doom, Red RICHAAAAAAAAARDS!

Photo Hut, Sunday

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Leo had the vague impression that something really big and unpleasant had happened recently. But he could not for the life of him remember what. Also, where had this pie come from?

Photo Hut is open.

Magic Box, Sunday

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Robin pushed the door open, and looked around in amazement. The place looked just the way he remembered it.

"Wow, some things don't change do they?" It was comforting. He started looking around for whoever was running the shop these days.

"Hello?"

Magic Box is open. Robin hasn't worked here for a while, but he remembers how and will help you if you need it.

Caritas, Sunday (Nov. 18)

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Anders was as of yet unaware of any new weirdness going on in Fandom, which wasn't exactly news for a variety of reasons. For one, well, he was usually kind of oblivious to these things, and for two, he'd only just gotten back to the island after a very nice day away.

Humming something that vaguely approximated Bach's Goldberg Variations to himself, he got the bar cleaned up, the band taped back together, and Tino in the back of the head with a blown drinking straw wrapper, then opened up.

No weirdness was going to ruin his mood, dammit. Because there wasn't any. Right?

Beach - Sunday Afternoon

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After leaving Teddy at the Perk, Katara made her way along the beach thoughtfully.  She couldn't come back to this island after so long without visiting it and remembering the countless hours she'd spent perfecting her waterbending on it.  The ocean felt the same.  Warmer than at home, but still right.

She reached into her pocket to take out a piece of the chocolate she'd made sure to find and savored the flavour, wondering again if it were possible to import to home.

[OOC:  Open! Yay beach!]

Nast Sporting Goods [11/18]

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Sean sat behind the counter, ignoring the paperwork waiting for him in his office.

He hated paperwork. Therefore, he'd do it later.

[Wait for the OCD is up!]

Book Haven, Sunday (Nov. 18)

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Anne had spent the best part of her weekend in bed, recovering from the aftereffects of her illness; despite her brave words to Chris on Friday night, she had not been as hale and hearty as she would have liked, and it still took her more effort than was strictly desirable to make her way down to the bookstore, set out the tea and pastries, and open for customers.

True, almost everyone had made it through the ordeal, but with Matthew's heart problems weighing heavier and heavier on her mind, she was beginning to think that it might be time to go home soon.

Growing up and having to think of these things might have seemed romantic once upon a time, but as she was beginning to realize, they were, in their own way, quite awful.

Devil's Nest, Sunday Night 11/18

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It had been a long time since Kabuto did something as inane as run a bar. But he remembered his schedule from his school days, and Sunday had always been his day to open. Musubi hadn't stopped him, so he did it as before, making sure the place was clean before taking his place behind the bar.

A memory came to him, just a brief flash. A memory of Lucifer, the day the Devil had left, touching Kabuto's left eye and saying something cryptic. It made Kabuto smile, now, knowing Lucifer had seen his future glory.

The Perk, Sunday afternoon

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Jim settled into the Perk with a cup of coffee. He had a feeling he was going to need it. So many memories, so many old friends to meet, so many expectations to shatter. He wasn't the same floppy haired, prank-loving, funny guy he was back then. They were going to get to meet the mature Jim.

Granted, the mature Jim was actually the same old Jim with a nice haircut and a suit who hid the pranks from his wife, but she wasn't here right now. He was trying to figure out what to do to the coffee. The what was most important. The how would come to him as soon as he had the what.