Luke's Diner, January 18 (Friday)

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Yitzhak had gotten the perfect dress for a drag show he'd be doing in Alexandria on Sunday -- well, perfect except for one small and very important detail. It wasn't nearly sparkly enough.

And so, slouched oh so elegantly on a stool by the counter sat one scrawny, scruffy, scowly drag queen with a sewing kit and a huge pile of sequins that were getting sewn meticulously onto the dress. The sewing kit seemed to be blessed with an overabundance of needles, all of which were glinting in their very shiny and pointy way, bristling flamboyantly from a pincushion that, if it hadn't been stuck full of needles, would have been -- let's face it -- pretty risqué for public consumption.

The kitchen staff were, maybe unsurprisingly, pretty nervous about the needles; their boss really, really, really didn't need that many sharp pointy things within reach. The busboy kept insisting that he'd heard of tragic accidents involving needles going into people's fingers and then on up to their brains. (Whether or not he and the rest of the staff were hoping for such a thing to happen to Yitzhak remains a mystery.) Fortunately, he was prepared for just such an occasion and proceeded to pull out a bag of thimbles, adamant that he, the dishwasher, and the cook should all wear one thimble on each finger. And thumb, of course.

This made cooking, dishwashing, and bussing tables a little difficult, but at least they kept themselves entertained in the back, using the thimbles to do impressions of horses.

Yitzhak? Just kept on sewing. Occasionally he got up and sewed a couple of sequins to the Help Wanted sign, just for a change of pace.

Luke's isn't actually a miniature racetrack, no matter what it sounds like, but it is open.

[OOC: This is what happens when my MP3 player comes up with clips of Eddie Izzard routines while I'm trying to write up this post. I'm so sorry.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

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River was tending to the towel animal zoo, rearranging the animals and making sure they were still properly folded. Then she decided to add another elephant.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Chicken Soup with Merengue
Tuna Caramel

The Arms Hotel is open.

Our Lady of Fandom, Friday all day

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Gabriel was sound asleep on one of the pews, while the Cat was equally sound asleep on the altar.

[The church is open]

Groovy Tunes; Friday [ 01/18 ]

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Chad's head tilted as he looked down at one of the many large crates around the store. He was confused. Hey, he liked Gilbert and Sullivan just as much as the next guy, here, but this was kinda crazy. He looked up, toward some shelves. Maybe Melody wanted him to put them up? But they were too big, and there were too many of them. Maybe they were part of a special promotion? He'd have to check if Melody left a note. For now, though, just staring.

Until Prince Oscar Pedro on his shoulder, and Flopsy, Mopsy and...that other one started swarming around his ankles, meowing. Insistently. Chad blinked.

"No," he said firmly. "I'm pretty sure playing Chase the CD with Gilbert and Sullivan is a form of musical blasphemy."

The meowing grew more demanding. Prince Oscar Pedro stuck his nose right in Chad's ear when he did it.

"Seriously, guys. We have all those unsold copies of Brit's album, use those."

More meowing. Prince Oscar Pedro was now chewing on Chad's ear.

"Fine," he said, and Prince Oscar Pedro had to cling to Chad's shirt as he bent over to pick up one of the CDs. "One. You get one." He looked at the crate and noticed that you couldn't even notice how one had been taken out. "Maybe three."

Prince Oscar Pedro took the CD, lept off Chad's shoulder (onto the crate first, because that was one heck of a fall), and the kittens scampered off. They'd be back many, many more times throughout the day.

Today's music: The Pirates of Penzance. You should hear Chad's Modern Major General; it's pretty fierce.

Book Haven - Friday - [1/18/08]

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He'd walked to work today, mostly because of the fog. It would have been nice to fly, if only because he thought that perhaps the fluttering in his chest might have been settled a little by doing so. That said, he performed his duties as he had last week --setting out the tea, the cookies-- and opened the shop on time.

[ocd up - back!]

Corner of Unicorn & Black Swan, Friday

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There was a poor, sad, lonely little doggie sitting on the street corner.  Looking so, so, hungry.  Don't you want to feed the doggie?

There was also a hat on the sidewalk next to him with a few coins in it.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

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It had been a long week, and Rikku wasn't even sure what she thought of it any more. But it was Friday, and she was here, upgrading weapons and polishing her Godhand. Because: Godhand.

The Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center was open.

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Friday, 1/18

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George Michael was busily fixing bananas but his mind was on his welcome home last night from Mary. Sometimes it was worth the going away just to look forward to the coming back.

He was the man.

The stand is open with the now ever present HELP WANTED sign. 

( Menu Board )

The Perk: Friday Morning After the Staff Meeting

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Aly had a very large black coffee and a lemon poppyseed muffin and a table by the window.

Which really made the situation perfect as far as she was concerned.

[OOC:  Aly's here for Nathan, but the Perk, it is open for your Perky needs]

Selkie Cove, Friday Afternoon

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Ah the beach. Even when it was chilly out it was still nice out here. And still a great place for to practice the ol' Arts of Martial. Billy started out with the basic katas, then got more and more elaborate with his movements till he was flipping off of rocks and such.

ooc: Come see the amazing bouncing Ninja!

Caritas - Friday evening [1/18]

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Tino thought it would be a good idea to challenge Jolee to a series of Rock-Paper-Scissors matches. He somehow didn't think about the Jedi thing that would make the whole game terribly difficult if Jolee decided to use it.

There was never even a question that he would.

[OOC: Around, but a little tired.]