Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [ 12/19 ]

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Turtle Wexler was singing. Turtle Wexler did not have the best singing voice in the world. Turtle Wexler didn't seem to really care.

"They say the best things in life are free," she chirped, happily plugging away at her inventory report, "but you can give them to tha birds an' bees, I want money!"

And then she dropped her voice down in lighter little chirps, "That's...what I want~!"

"Miss Turtle? Can you please stop singing that song?"

"I...can't, Apu! It's, like, STUCK. That's...what I want. Here. I'll give you a discount on these earplugs. Better?"

Today's Squishy flavors: Rock Lobster, Strawberry Fields, Brown Sugar

Luke's Diner; Wednesday [ 12/19 ]

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A.J. knew it was just going to be one of those days for him. He hadn't slept well the night before, he'd accidentally stepped on one of his projects getting out of bed this morning and then there was the fact that he couldn't get a song stuck out of his head. Which was fine. Typical. It happened on occation.

But this was not just any song. This was the the worst song in the history of the world. And it was not. going. anywhere.

( Today's Special )

Luke's is open.

Pixie Dust, Wednesday

[notclueful]

Cher hadn't heard the radio the last few days, more preoccupied with thoughts of getting the hell out of here at the semester's end, so she figured she didn't need the usual radio gossip now. Which was why she was picking out the things she still needed to buy to take back with her instead of freaking out.

Magic Box, Wednesday [12/19]

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew arrived early and set up for his shift, making sure the free vials of holy water were easily seen from the street.

The gray clouds and the nippy weather gave him hope for seeing some more snow flurries, so he sat near the windows and gazed outside.

And then he started humming. And then singing:

"I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner

I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee..."

The Perk, Wednesday morning

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette didn't sleep very well last night after hearing the radio broadcast. She tossed and turned and when she finally did fall asleep, it wasn't very restful.

Thus, she was up this morning and at the Perk, sipping on a grande white chocolate mocha. It was needed really and it was feeling good going down her throat.

She was going over her Christmas list in her head, thinking about everyone else that she needed to hand out gifts to. She needed to get with Dick so they could do their gift exchange.

For some odd reason, Annette was singing, not really realizing that she was doing so...

"Love me love me, say that you love me..."

[Open for all your perkish needs...]
 

Fandom Post Office, Wednesday (12/19)

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Beauty hadn't grown up with the flashy holiday trappings she was starting to see cropping up, but they were making her feel a little homesick anyway. So while she sat behind the counter, she composed a set of letters home. Maybe she'd ask A.J. if he'd do a quick drawing or something to include.

Trooper Station: Wednesday

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Anyone walking into the station would probably note that Dale is sitting on top of his desk cross-legged in a meditative pose.

Well... meditative if you count the fact that he's talking to his tape recorder. Again.

"Diane, it is Wednesday morning approximately 9:25 am. Once again we appear to have someone on the island attacking innocent people. The felon goes by the name Angelus. If memory serves me correctly 'Angelus' is a devotion used in the Catholic church in memory of the Incarnation in Christianity. Several people have been brutally attacked and one girl is currently in the hospital, Miss Willow Rosenberg. If you remember Diane, Miss Rosenberg was one of the first people to greet me here in Fandom as well as giving me a lovely fruit basket which contained six bananas, five apples, a pineapple and a tin of cookies. I've sent an order of flowers over to the hospital along with a card personally written to me. Remind me to tell you how much that was.

We've increased the amount of troops to help patrol the streets. Our only hope is that we can catch the monster before someone else can get hurt. My only regret is that in all the disaster scenarios that Detective Montoya and I had worked on, not one of them dealt with a single maniac preying on our town. I assure you that will not be the case the next time this happens."

Dale clicked off the recorder and hopped down off his desk giving his legs a little stretch.

Right before clicking the recorder back on again.

"Diane, it struck me again earlier this morning... there are two things that continue to trouble me. And I'm not just speaking as an officer of the law but also as a human being: What really happened to Jimmy Hoffa and how exactly was the Gambino organization involved?"

The troopers were either too busy or too used to Dale to notice his antics.

The Photo Hut, Wed. 12/19

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Johnny was at work.

Johnny was sitting at work and looking over the recent ESPN magazine. 

Totally working.

The Hut is open. 

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Wed. 12/19

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George Michael was experimenting with bananas. If he took two and mushed them all up and then formed a banana shape with the mess, it looked like one huge jumbo banana. How cool is that? 

Now, how much to charge for said banana. "Three-fifty. Yeah. Three-fifty. Nuts are extra."

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

George Michael blinked and looked around. "What?"

As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine.

"No. That's not... who is... no, that's not right. That... it's wrong..."

( Menu Board )

[yes, I totally suck. I forgot to post yesterday... sorry!]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday [12/19]

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Gunther was singing. It was not very pleasant to listen to at all, especially since he kept singing a Britney Spears song. Hoshi was sitting behind the front desk covering her ears while Gunther was repairing the damage to his gingerbread Las Vegas and crooning "Baby One More Time" at the top of his lungs.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Hoshi will cook anything you want for free
If you can get stupid Gunther to shut up!

Our Lady of Fandom, Wednesday all day

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh

Gabriel groaned. He had been unable to get that and other annoyingly cheerful Christmas carols out of his head all day. He scowled at the Cat and glared at the altar. This place was truly cursed.

[The church is open]

Somewhere in the sewers, Wednesday afternoon

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

As far as plans went, Isabel was coming to the conclusion that this probably outranked some of Michael's more hare-brained schemes on Antar. She was pretty well armed with the basic vampire hunting weapons. But that little thing called back-up? Was seriously lacking. It probably wasn't the wisest move. Yet if she was going to keep a promise to kill a friend, she didn't want company.

Even if she wasn't the Vampire Slayer.

Even if she didn't hunt demons for a living.


( Sometimes loyalty made you stupid. )

[OOC: NFI, OOC A-OK!]