Fandom Dock, early Saturday

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It was Saturday, and Stanley decided to catch the sunrise. It was a tough decision, but it had to be made. It was for the best, really. Leaving is never easy.

But until it was enacted, until everything was packed and ready to go, he had time. Time to do whatever he wanted. And so, for now, the good Doctor was simply sitting on the dock in the Bay, just wasting time.

[Open!]

Stark Industries [Saturday]

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The first thing Bridge notices when he unlocks the shop is the pair of tiny pirates that zoom in ahead of him.

"Oh no you don't," Bridge says warningly, seeing one of the pirates scramble up the shelves and head for a particularly shiny bit of scrap metal. "That's not treasure," he says, scooping the pirate up and placing him back down on the floor. "Well, okay, it is, if you're into building things, because that particular metal might be just what you need to complete your invention, but somehow I don't think that's what you're planni- HEY!" and now he's chasing after the other pirate.

Stark Industries is open, though under (very tiny) seige.

Pizza Planet, Saturday

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Jen didn't come into work today, strictly speaking, after checking up on her ship. Jen somersaulted into work, literally, crashing into the pizza parlor midway through what looked like it had been a spectacular non-wire-assisted, thank you pre-Disney days tumbling run, a battered old hockey stick in hand. She landed feet-first on the counter with a nice solid thunk and tried not to think too much about the sand she'd just knocked loose from her boots and would have to be cleaning up now.

"Hey!" She spotted a couple of the tiny pirates midway through purloining the red pepper shaker, and brought the hockey stick (weirdly convenient things washed up on the beach near her ship sometimes) down onto the counter with a loud slap that meant she'd be spending even more time cleaning up sand. "Hands off the condiments! Back off now!"

They brandished their tiny swords at her and let fly with a barrage of high-pitched but full-flavored epithets that earned them another close call from the hockey stick -- and then another, and then they found themselves being chased completely out of the restaurant by a wrathful Jen.

. . . when you'd spent a lot of time dealing with mutant criminals who grew to the size of skyscrapers while attacking the city but shrunk to about the size of those pirates when arrested and cryofrozen for imprisonment, the size of your adversary sort of became a little irrelevant after a while. Although most of the time you didn't get stuck trying to clean the sand out of the cash register after it was over.

Which might have had something to do with the level of her wrath.

Today's Special
Potato, Sage, and Rosemary Pizza

Pizza Planet is open, and apparently a little too well-defended against the diminutive buccaneering sort. Poor pizzaless pygmy pirates.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday

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It was, Viki felt, quite odd to be in another’s body. Quite interesting though as it lead to all sorts of pondering now about how, precisely, a person counted as themselves.

Was it just their body that made them them? Was she now ‘Turtle’ instead of ‘Viki’? She couldn’t even say that she still felt like ‘Viki’ because well, her legs were quite a bit stronger now and her boobs (had ‘Turtle’ never heard of them?) were quite a lot smaller.

And her hair, and her face. It was more than unsettling when she looked in a mirror and found that the one constant in her life wasn’t a constant anymore. Hm.

Viki-Turtle, as she was neither and yet both today, twirled a pen and pretended she didn’t notice the odd looks she was getting from the rest of the staff.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today’s Specials
Chocolate Orange Cupcakes

Pixie Dust, Saturday

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Toby wasn't Toby.

Happily, Toby didn't have to try hard not to think about what it meant metaphysically. He just knew he was some unfortunate Hispanic boy with really odd taste in clothes and thank the gods or spirits of Tresum he worked at Pixie Dust.

Toby spent the first hour of his shift ignoring everything that wasn't outfitting Marco's body and the rest of the time poking at his new face in the mirror.

It was a good thing he didn't know he could turn into animals at will.

Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 07/19 ]

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Turtle was definitely still loving this whole being someone else for a little while bit. She came into work, thoroughly delighted in messing with Apu's head, and then settled behind the counter. She braided Viki's nice, pretty long hair again, and plopped one of the overstocked raspberry berets on her head in an attempt to sell them better. She didn't need to worry about looking silly when it wasn't her with the look, but Viki.

Today's Squishy flavors: Grape Judas, Mango Lime, Yellow Sea.

Turtle & Canary is open!

Chilly Boulder, Late Saturday Morning

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If Mohinder didn't catch sight of his reflection he could, by now, go several minutes without consciously thinking the body he was currently inhabiting wasn't technically his own. Possession and nine-tenths of the law non-withstanding.

Still, it wasn't everyday this happened - even in Fandom - and after accustoming himself to how this body moved, and avoiding a horde of pirates sallying across the street, it was a slightly scruffy Mohinder who made his way to the ice-creamery.

He'd just taken a seat, and a peach melba, wondering how his sense of taste had changed. Mohinder grinned - ice cream in the interest of science - and took up his spoon.

[Open for ice-cream!]

The York Gallery, Saturday

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Kevin spent a long time this morning looking over the exhibit. After staring at a particular piece for about half an hour, he finally nodded and said aloud, "Oh, I get it. It's like graffiti, but it's art."

Now if he could just figure out why.

[ooc: In and out all day! SP is love.]

Caritas, Saturday evening

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Jaye was at the bar mostly on time. The mostly was because she was fully set to be late when she was chased down by wee marauding pirates. Considering they were only six inches tall, it shouldn't have been anything to be afraid of, but when anything swarmed at you like they did, you'd better run.

So she was there on time, and pirateless, save for the one that had somehow managed to hitch a ride on her purse, and started pillaging through it as soon as she set it down.

Cafe Fina, Saturday 7/19

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It was hard to say why the weetiny pirates thought Cafe Fina would be a good place to pillage. Obviously, they hadn't investigated the place first. But then, they were pirates, and had very small brains to go with very small bodies.

After Mokona inhaled the first two, the rest had run screaming from the army of sentient utensils.

Fai just smiled and leaned back in his chair, watching. Who needed a security system, when you had an army like that?

Today's Special
Root Beer Floats

The "Now Hiring!" sign was also in the window, with a couple of wee pirates hiding behind it.