Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Sat. 1/5

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George Michael was stirring chocolate and pondering Mary's breasts. He was starting to feel sorry for them. They just got way too much attention. Absently he wondered if they were real. "Wait. What? I know they're real," he said to Eddie who was staring at him across the way. His beady little eyes thought provoking as he watched George Michael stir and stir and stir.

"What?" he asked the seagull. "You can't have my chocolate. Remember what happened last time you got into it? You were drunk for days and it cost way too much for me to let you drown your miseries. And I know you're miserable. You're a miseral little co-" A nut suddenly hit George Michael in the forehead. "Hey! Who did that?"

Turned out Eddie's got a girlfriend. And she was a real pisser. 

( Menu Board )

The added message was still there: NOW HIRIRING!

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday [1/5]

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Gunther was not a happy camper and he was letting Mary know it. He had gone behind her back to order 500 lbs. of Kobe beef from supplier in Japan, except he didn't know that beef imports into the U.S. had been banned since the last mad cow outbreak. Now Mary was stuck for a bill for 500 lbs. of beef that had been seized by customs and Gunther didn't have his beef. Mary wasn't happy about it either, especially since the thought of red meat made her nauseous, but at least she wasn't sulking like Gunther.

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

( Menu )

[I'm around for an hour, tops. Then work, and after that I have to drive to Indiana for dinner so it sounds like a mod Gunther day. ETA: This has been in the right comm all the time. Really.]

Magic Box, Saturday

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Giles put two signs in the window when he opened the shop. The first was Help Wanted and the second was 10% for all new residents.

It seemed like a good marketing gimmick, what with the new term starting at the school.

The Magic Box was open.

Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 01/05 ]

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Turtle came in, opened the shop, and settled behind the counter with a sense of relaxed excitement. She loved the beginning of a new semester; there was a whole new crop of students to start swindling to get to know and cater to and it was just really, really exciting.

Now, if only she could ensure that they'd all be frequently coming in.

Accompanying the glittery "Now Hiring*" sign was one proclaiming special discounts for new students. The sign didn't say exactly what the special discounts were going to be; Turtle intended to base them on a fairly individual basis as a way of gaging what the new students might want or expect.

Today's Squishy flavors: Grape Judas, Peppermint, CherryBerry Blast

Turtle & Canary is open!

* = see OOC note.

The Perk, Saturday Afternoon

[intraspective]

Ino showed up before Kabuto. Which was hardly a surprise because she always showed up to things before he did. So, with a roll of her eyes, she got a hot chocolate from the staff and settled in to wait for him.

At ten minutes of waiting, she was starting to get seriously annoyed.

By twenty she'd finished her hot chocolate and gotten another, because knowing her luck she'd just get up to leave and he'd show up.

After thirty minutes of waiting, Ino was just sitting in her seat and seething. She was going to kill him the next time she saw him. Standing her up was seriously not cool.

[Open! Come cheer Ino up! And the boyfriend's absence is totally modded with permission.]

The Park; Late Saturday Afternoon.

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It was slightly disturbing her, this sudden sort of restlessness she'd been feeling all day today. It was one of her roaming moods, the kind that had her disappearing into the jungles all day, the kinds that had her disappearing and thinking that lions had eaten her. Hopefully, with the new tide of new people on the island, among them wasn't a witchdoctor that would try to spread vindictive rumors of her death. So she was roaming, slowly, limping her way toward the coffee shop for a small pitstop before heading into the preserve. Left...behind, left...behind, her natural funeral dirge that seemed to be getting faster, or maybe that was all in her head.

It was a nice day, cold and grey but nice, in a way, a stillness in the air in sharp contrast of the excitement from yesterday. The sort of day where you noticed things...or rather, where some people noticed things and Adah was that kind of person. Things like a dark shadow over by the base of a tree, that she didn't think much of until she saw it move, a twitch, a familiar action for her. Her head quirked; she rerouted her course toward the tree in the park with the twitching shadow underneath it. It started to move more the closer she got; finally, approximately a foot away, it let out a sound; she realized that the sharp movements were that of wings. A bird, a black one, a crow, Corvus corax. Quote the raven, nevermore. Adah had barely taken another limp forward before awkwardly, desperately, it had finally pushed itself from the ground in a bendy, twisty flight up toward one of the branches of the tree. It squawked, deep and throaty, down at her, and she stood still, underneath it, peering up toward it as its wing twitched again, its dark, glistening feathers ruffling. Its left wing, opposite of her. She looked up, watching, quietly.

Standing under the tree and staring up into it. For all her restlessness, Adah could probably do this for hours, or until it decided to twitchingly try a different tree. Whichever came first.


[[ intended for a particular meeting, but also definitely opeeeeeen! ]]

Trooper Station - Saturday

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The Trooper Station was open today, but then it never closed. The eternal battle between Sheriff Roy Mustang and his paperwork unmercifully continued. The paperwork was winning, but Roy wouldn't admit it to anyone. He'd been doing some over hours the past week, but nothing as bad as one would expect. Or at least, as he would have excepted, he had a vague theory on why too.

There was a stack of folders on one side of his desk and on the other there was a pile of paperclips. Paperclips which he was folding and trying to make into transmutation circles. It wasn't going too well and occasionally the paperclips would fight back from their treatment.

((Open, of course! For the newbies, you really don't need an emergency to come bug the police force.))

Caritas, Saturday evening

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Still half-preparing for the tide of newbies, D'Argo actually got to Caritas on time.

He caught the surprised look Tino gave him at that, and didn't even acknowledge it. Though D'Argo did tell him to tape the zombie drummer's arm back on.

Our Lady of Fandom, Saturday all day

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The Cat had returned and was playing with a dead mouse in the aisle. Gabriel felt a little disturbed by the fact that it felt comforting, and also by him feeling comforted by anything. Still, it was better than feeling cold. He decided he needed another coffee.

[The church is open. Also, my internet is back!]