Luke's Diner, Friday, September 5

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Ella rushed to the diner early, wanting to make up for her missed shift the week before. She'd been a little confused about days, with no classes and the time lost to being a squirrel, but that wouldn't happen again.

Her hopes for a quiet shift were quickly dashed by the appearance of a small, furry black-and-white creature who dragged himself onto the stool with focused effort. "Hey, byooootiful," he slurred. "Howsabout some black coffee and .... I'm gonna hurl. Be right back." The skunk clambered off the stool, and Ella could hear retching from outside before he reentered with great drunken dignity. "Riiiight. Bla' coffee an' somethin' with lotsa grease."

"A ham and cheese omelet?" Ella offered from a safe distance.

"I li' that," the skunk said. "You're smar'. I'm gonna tell allllll my friends 'bout this place." He pulled out a cell phone, from where Ella didn't want to ponder, and started dialing.

Which was how Ella came to spend her shift making omelets and chicken wings for drunken skunks.

Specials
Buffalo Wings
Omelets Your Way
Spicy Vegetarian Nachos

Stark Industries [Friday]

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After her class, Kaylee'd taken a quick shower before running to open the store. Kaylee being Kaylee, her hair was not only still wet, but actually sticking up.

She thought she looked fine.

Stark Industries was open.

Pizza Planet, Friday

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Jen was rather pleased, overall, with Alex's birthday the night before and with the Doctor's class today, a mood that lasted about halfway into her walk to work after third period. It was a long walk, since she did of course -- as always -- feel obligated to take a quick tirp through the port district and check out those empty warehouses.

Old police habits died hard, so when she saw the skunk of course she tried to give it a warning about public drunkenness, and . . .

The rest of her trip to work went very quickly. The good thing about working at a pizza parlor? No shortage of tomato sauce. And that was probably enough said about that.

But boy, were the kitchen guys ever amused. Jen, tomato sauce still in her hair and dripping down the back of her neck, not so much.

Today's Special
Tomato sauce. Lots of it.

[OOC: OCD-free! Tags may or may not get picked up before I get home from work, as my brain-frying busy-ness, it is nearly all-encompassing today.]

Book Haven - Friday - 9/5

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...the Skunks were interesting.

He'd been followed for a few feet by one insisting he was a 'very pretty little girl' and there'd been some unhelpful muttering from another one he'd had to jump over to avoid stepping on, but for the most part they were simply interesting as opposed to troublesome.

Liir, nevertheless, got to work on time.

The store was opened, the shelves dusted, the floor swept, and the tea and cookies were put out before he turned the sign and took a spot behind the counter.

The Book Haven was open.

[please to be modding your shopping today as work is doing Mandatory Fun and I will be heading out around 12; if you'd like to see him, I'll be back later tonight]

The Perk, Friday Morning

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While Teyla was still not a fan of coffee, she had found that the tea at The Perk was quite suitable to her taste. She had no classes today, and was trying to decide how she wanted to spend her day, when a skunk wobbled up to her and tried to attach itself to her leg. Amidst all the slurring and clinging, she would have sworn it was telling her she was shiny, and she was just about to shake him off of her when a second skunk approached and pulled the first one away, claiming he'd seen Teyla first.

As the skunks began to fight with each other, Teyla watched and wondered if there was something about her that only attracted small, furry animals.

[Open!]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

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Rikku knew it was gonna be a crappy day when she got to work and there was a dead skunk lying in front of the door.

Rikku knew it was going to be a worse day when the not-actually-dead skunk sat up just long enough to puke all over the place. Luckily, not on her, or else he would be a dead skunk.

"Wher'm I?" the skunk managed. "Don' ... 'member how I ... got here."

"You'd better move your butt, or you're gonna be roadkill," she snapped.

He must've realized she meant that, because he wobbled off, leaving behind the puke and skunk-smell. Wonderful.

The Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center was open. Just don't expect Rikku to be too thrilled about it.

(OOC: ATTENTION SQUIRRELS! Romeo stopping in to tell Rikku that he and Dojima had a fight is totally okay for broadcast. What Dojima and Romeo fought about is NFB, please and thank you!)

The York Gallery [9/5]

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Eve had had to dodge drunken skunks the entire way to work, so she was in no mood for the one that had somehow gotten into the gallery.

"OUT!" She pointed at the door. "YOU. OUT."

The skunk whimpered and hid under the desk.

"No, seriously, out. I'll even hold the door open for you." She held the door open. "See?"

The skunk whimpered again and toddled its way drunkenly out the door.

Oh, this was gonna be a long day.

( Poster )

[Wait for the OCD is up!]

Groovy Tunes; Friday [ 09/05 ]

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"Prince Oscar Pedro Neko-kun the Third," Chad grunted, trying not to sound too upset as he reprimanded the cat. "Would you leave those poor skunks alone already?"

A scratchy meow emerged from a pile of black and white fur, a Prince Oscar Pedro buried underneath a pile of overly affectionate skunks who were having a giggling debate over just how much like sandpaper the hairless cat's skin was or was not like. He really wanted to know where Chad was getting the idea that it was he who needed to leave the skunks alone and not the other way around.

Eventually, he'd manage to escape them, narrowly missing getting sprayed as he darted quickly for shelter under the shelves, but the skunks stumbled after him. "Come ba'ack, kitty!" the leader of the skunk crew hiccupped, and the others giggled. "We wanna find you some fuuuuur!"

Chad shook his head slightly; even if the skunks were cute, he had to admit to feeling glad to have had plenty of coffee this morning.

Today's Mix: Couldn't Be More Random if I Tried

Groovy Tunes is open, and the Now Hiring sign was still in the window.

Pixie Dust, Friday [9/5]

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Jenny had encountered a few skunk-types on her way into town, and had decided they probably wouldn't add much to the store's decor. So she'd posted a polite (for her) sign on the door, way down at skunk eye level, and set out a few dishes full of booze on the sidewalk as additional encouragement for the skunks to bugger off.

She was innovative like that.

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

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Jolee made sure the HELP WANTED sign was clearly visible before taking his seat behind the bar and letting Tino do most of the work tonight.

[OOC: Okay, so, I'm being knocked for a loop by Benadryl. I have no clue how conscious I'm going to be tonight, so let's call it a mod Tino for reasonable service night. If you're here for either Jolee or a job, please bear with any potential consciousness issues.]

The boardwalk, Friday evening

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Blair didn't have ice to work with this time, but she tried to do what she could with the location she had. Luckily the beach was pretty. Besides, too much gold in the decorations tended to cross the line into tacky.

So she kept the decorations to twinkling gold lights and candles. Most of the linens were a crisp white, with golden napkins and table runners to provide pops of color.

The bulk of the gold went into the food. There were brandied apricots, lemon and chocolate cheesecakes, mango sorbets, small cups of saffron vanilla pudding, miniature stuffed yellow peppers, and any number of foods that followed the theme, along with the pies that Ned had made.

Drinks were mixed, but naturally included Goldschläger, as well as coffee and cocoa decorated with tiny gold letters which said things like "Fandom" or "Goodbye Summer."

Blair had staked out a prime table with a view of the water. She sipped at a passionfruit martini, listened to the music coming out of the various speakers she'd had set up, and looked forward to a night of judging watching the crowd.

She was also going to make sure nobody served those skunks. Clearly they didn't know how to hold their liquor.

[ooc: OCD up! Party down!]