Turtle & Canary; Monday [ 01/14 ]

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While Turtle couldn't be there for Amber's training session last week due to classes and she still wasn't sure how the whole Sokka thing happened as a whole, she was positive that she was not going to not be here on Jamie's first day. No way, no how. Which meant that the poor boy was subjected to having his ear talked off as Turtle showed him how to open, how to work the cash register, and rambled off the seemingly never ending list of Important Stuff, all the while adding constant please that he did not leave her to regret this and that he didn't burn the SquishyBot out for all the Grape Judas she knew he was going to inevitably consume.

And it was just for that reason that they didn't have Grape Judas today.

Today's Squishy flavors: Red, Tangerine, Poached Eggs.

Turtle & Canary is open!

Pixie Dust, Monday

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Romeo got in early on his first day, still entranced with this whole notion of "working." He spent some time adding scarves and hats to outfits on mannequins and then removing them; finally satisfied with the accessorizing, he settled in behind the counter with a copy of Vogue and the hope his boss would show up with absinthe again.

( Pretty logo! )

Pixie Dust was open.

Trooper Station, Monday

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Renee...

Might still have a bit of a hangover from the weekend. so she was quietly working on some nonsense paper work and drinking a lot of coffee.

And the bad stuff too.

[[ooc: Here and there all day!]]

Luke's Diner, January 14 (Monday)

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Had Yitzhak been afflicted with PMS over the weekend? Or was he PMSy all the time?

Much like how many licks it takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop, the world may never know.

And no, the answer to that question isn't why the HELP WANTED sign was still in the window.

Luke's is open, and its proprietor's mood is . . . pretty much the same as it ever was always is.

Groovy Tunes; Monday [ 01/14 ]

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Chad mostly blamed it on the fact that he had a class before he came into work, but he found himself sitting behind the counter reading actual books again after he'd taken care of feeding the kittens and putting things on high shelves. It was a book on music, though, but it was a hardcover. Also, with a book, he didn't have to worry so much about Prince Oscar Pedro hopping up on the counter and sitting right in the middle of it like he did when Chad flipped through magazines.

That didn't stop the kitten from trying, though, which is why there was a hairless cat crawling over Chad's arms and shoulders.

Today's music: Tori, Alanis, and Eisley.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Nast Sporting goods [1/14]

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Sean was sitting at one of the counters, contemplating whether or not to call Savannah and pester her later on after work. Hey, he hadn't pestered her lately. It was his job as her brother, after all.

[Wait for the OCD is up!]

Chilly Boulder, Monday Afternoon [1.14]

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It was Monday.  Monday means it's time for ice cream. 

Well, at least it does in Dōjima's little world.  It doesn't matter if it snowed eighteen-zillion feet over the weekend, or if it's cold and cloudy outside.  There, every day is a day for ice cream. 

"So, what's good here?" she asked, gazing at the board.  "This is awesome." 


[ooc:  for the elder-sibling, but available for any ice cream needs!]

The Park; Monday Night.

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Presentment --is that long Shadow--on the Lawn---
Indicative that Suns go down--
The Notice to the startled Grass
That Darkness -- is about to pass---

Pity the dumb started grass, Adah did. Ssap ot tuoba. Miss Emily Dickinson again: No snikcidy lime, a contrary name with a delicious sourgreen taste. Reading her secrets and polite small cruelties of her heart, Adah believed she enjoyed taking the dumb grass by surprise, in her poem. Cumbered in her body, dressed in black, hunched over her secret notebook with window blinds shut against the happy careless people outside, she makes small scratching sounds with her pen, covering with nightfall all creatures taht really should what what to expect by now, but don't. She liked herself best in darkness, as did Adah.

In darkness when all cats are equally black, she moved as gracefully as anyone. Benduka is the bend-sideways girl who walks slowly, but benduka is also the name of a fast-flying bird, the swallow with curved wings who darts crookedly quick through the trees near the river. Adah could follow this bird. She was the smooth, elegant black cat who slips from the house as a liquid shadow after dark. Night is the time for seeing without being seen. With her own narrow shadow for a boat, she navigated the streams of moonlight and lamplight that run between shadow islands in the park. Bats pierce the night with bell voices like knives. Bats stab! And owls call out to the bikinda, spirits of the dead. The owls, only hungry like everyone else, looking for souls to eat.

Adah was certain that, at one point, she had a destination in mind. The coffee shop, perhaps. But, in the lingering darkness of the chilly mid-winter evening, she got distracted, she got lost, distracted, in the darkened veins of crisscrossing tree branches and the quiet sounds of darkening night...

[[ heavily taken straight from Kingsolver's original text; very much open to any other potential night minded park dwellers, la~ I be bored, and Adah be gloomy minded ]]

Sparky Repairs - Monday

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Naomi came in to work on time and set up for her shift.

Sparky's is open.