Strokes of Genius, Friday

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Viki had to admit that the paint yesterday had been interesting to watch, though not so interesting as to make her wish to go out and explore in it, and other than that the rest of the week had actually been fairly pleasant.

She sat on the counter, contemplating if she wanted to try more of the supplies they had here, and swung her feet idly. It would, she supposed, not hurt anyone, and might prove interesting…

Strokes of Genius is Open.

Luke's Diner, Friday, October 17

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After a relatively quiet week, Ella was grateful to have the structure of work today and a slumber party to look forward to tomorrow. She spent her shift trying to get all the diner's silverware so clean she could see her reflection in them.

She had a strange sense of fun sometimes.

Specials
Chicken Cheesesteak
Cheese fries
Blueberry Cheesecake

Trooper Station, Friday

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Reports, reports, reports. Ray had a hell of a lot to catch up on, still, and he wasn't gonna enjoy it.

He also wasn't looking forward to the first time he had to write one of these... a thought that lasted him until the complaints about yesterday's assault-by-painted-rock started pouring in.

He needed way, way more coffee to deal with this.

[ open station is open ]

Book Haven - Friday - 10/17

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Despite the green of yesterday and the slightly awkward section of yesterday's dinner, Liir was in a relatively good mood. He'd brought a few brownies around for Millie as a thank you for letting him go to the fair last week, he'd come in early and done a thorough cleaning and straightening job, and he was quite happily setting out the tea and cookies when it came time to turn the sign and unlock the door.

He slipped behind the counter with a book on mathematics from the bin at the back and sipped on a jar of pearlfruit tea he'd brought with him.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

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Mary was still feeling pretty awful about how she'd behaved last weekend, which is why she skipped over the rest of her lunch to get straight to dessert.


Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Chocolate Amaretti Cake

Stark Industries [Friday]

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Kaylee had definitely not slept really late. And she certainly was not rushing into work with her hair flying all over and her shirt still only half-buttoned.

...okay, she buttoned it up and smoothed her hair as soon as she was behind the counter, because no one needed to see that, but still. Close call.

The York Gallery; Friday [ 10/17 ]

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Charlotte was glad to see that everything was relatively normal today; no rocks turning tings colors or other subsequent strangeness that she could see, but, on that same note, it made her worry. If there was something, after all, then she wasn't seeing it. She'd just stick with feeling glad that the weekend gave her an excuse for a little break, settled in at her desk, and tried to make sure that a weekend break wouldn't put her behind or anything.

[[ the gallery's closed but the post is open! Door's locked, please knock, blah blah blah. ]]

The Gig, Friday [17.10]

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Rosie was staring, hands on her hips, at the pieces of Worf's bat'leth. She'd agreed to try repairing it, but she really didn't know where to start.

She wasn't a smith, she was just a horse-leech who happened to know some smithing. Narl would know how to fix it.

But Narl wasn't here, and she had no way to ask him for help.

Deliberately putting that thought out of her head, she picked up one piece, turning it over in her hands, learning its shape and weight, frowning as she worried at the problem.

[ooc: Info on The Gig is here - come and hire a horsie!]

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

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For reasons Jolee couldn't begin to comprehend, Tino was speaking with a British accent tonight. Maybe he thought he was being funny. Maybe he thought he was being elegant. What he was being, Jolee felt, was an idiot.

[OOC: I have no creativity. Sitting in traffic that long killed my brain. But Jolee is still around, huzzah!

ETA: LJ The internet is being very wonky for me tonight. If I'm slow, it's probably due to LJ the internet being a whore.]