Stark Industries [Sunday]

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Sam showed up at his usual time with the groceries and stashed them in the kitchen, shoving anything that needed to be refrigerated in the fridge and leaving the rest of it for someone else to deal with, then went back downstairs, grumbling to himself about having to send his boss's RSVPs and stuff as he went. Once back in the shop, he found himself wondering what exactly it was Mr. Stark got up to down here. Maybe he would poke around. Just a little bit.

This would probably be a mistake, but Sam was a teenage boy, so it wasn't like he realized that.

Stark Industries is open.

Nast Sporting Goods [8/10]

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Sean was whistling cheerfully from where he sat at a register.

This was probably not a good thing.

Shop at your own risk.

[strike>Wait for the OCD is up!]

The Boards - Sunday, 8/10 @ 8pm - PERFORMANCE

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Last performance and he had a feeling his actors were about done with the roles. You didn't want to do too many performances with an amateur group in the first place, but you also didn't want to deny them the chance to improve with each performance. Four next time, he figured. Four performances. And by then, hopefully, he'd have a stage manager to take care of the bills and paperwork for it.

For now, though...

[ocd coming up][omg last performance THANK EVERYONE WHO'S COME TO SEE IT and who's PERFORMED you're all awesome]

Atlas Gym, Sunday

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Logan's office was crammed with all sorts of horrible, poisonous critters.

Granted, he'd spent a lot of time in Australia back when the X-Men were stationed here, so this wasn't exactly new to him. It was just a larger scale.

He grabbed a few bug bombs, walked into the office, and locked the door.

"Okay, bugs. I'm not letting you out there to attack any customers and you're not gonna be able to bite me to death. So this is how it's gonna be. I'm gonna open the window for five minutes. After that, I'm closing it and setting these things off. Anything still in this room after the fumigation's done is gonna get a personalized fumigation courtesy of of these." Logan popped his claws for emphasis. He then walked over to the window and opened it.

"Five minutes. Four fifty-five... Four fifty..."

The Streets of Fandom - Sunday afternoon

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Geoffrey was looking for something specific. He was looking for an 1. actor who'd 2. either know his play or be able to memorize it within an afternoon who 3. was willing to actually take the role of Bassianus for the evening's show.

The problem being that actors generally didn't advertise such facts with a sign over their head.

[ooc: as the production's Bassianus is currently a hyena, Geoffrey needs a replacement; anyone interested, feel free to tag him, student/teacher/townie are all welcome! And no worries: there is a contingency plan if he can't 'find' anyone]

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

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Apparently violence against bugs wasn't allowed by the Sanctuary Spell. Jolee had learned this. This is why he was dripping wet this evening.

He decided to set up a couple tables in the lounge where the bugs could congregate. That way they could be in peace and he could have a clean bar.

[OOC: My head's been bothering me but it has been getting better. So I may be slow for a bit, but I am around.]

Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday

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As usual on Sunday there was a note on the door:

Do-it-yourself Sunday service

Gabriel had longs since stopped expecting anyone to actually take up on this offer, but it felt like a good habit, marking the passage of weeks. Today he was reading some kind of cheesy romance novel, although the modern, updated variety which included passages of disgusting smut. He skipped those.

Cat was bored. That probably wasn't a good thing.

[open!]