The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday

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Viki wasn’t sure what, exactly, she thought of the fact that they had so many guests at the moment. On one hand, it was exciting as she did like all the people around, but on the other hand…

Ah well. She shrugged, flipping her hair over one shoulder and checking that everything was organized well enough to be found quickly.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today’s Specials
Shrimp Courtbouillon with Rice
Ambrosia Layer Cake

[Hotel Info] [Room Assignments]

MHA Lobby, Saturday Morning

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Shock of shocks, Loki had managed a pleasant night the previous night. Sure, that stupid as fuck angel had nearly ruined his day but liquor plus someone to talk shit with made for a good night.

With the sudden swarm of people onto the island, Loki actually decided to open up the apartments on a fucking weekend. He usually spent most of the day sleeping but he was feeling magnanimous so the doors were open and he was behind the counter.

Of course, the sudden decision to do something thoughtful didn't mean Loki himself was going to be all hearts and roses today. That kind of shit was so boring.

[MHA is open! Info is here. Feel free to rent an apartment or talk to the angel. All welcome!]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday [10/25]

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Hurley was so relieved to find his mom hadn't come for a surprise visit. So he opened up Groovy Tunes with a smile on his face, and a song on the sound system.

Specifically, 'Mother' by Danzig. Hey, Hurley found it kind of funny.

[ooc: OCD first, please Open!]

Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 10/25 ]

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If anyone managed to figure it out, Turtle was intending to either claim gremlin bite or merely stick with the story that she was incognito in case Jeff's mother came sniffing around for him, but, sure enough, she came to the store in the racy disguise from yesterday; the blonde wig, while anathema earlier, was crucial now to help mask her identity and she was still trying to think of a good cover name if anyone asked.

Either way, there she was at work, confusing the crap out of Apu and trying not to giggle over the fact that he seemed extremely perturbed but uncertain as to why. It could be an interesting day, and Turtle had to admit, sometimes, it was just fun pretending to be someone you weren't.

Today's Squishy flavors: Maple Blondie, Grape Judas, Red Herring

Turtle & Canary is open!

Pixie Dust, Saturday

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"...And this is where I work, so cool, huh?" Toby grinned at Adam as he hopped onto the counter to conclude his tour of the store.

Adam leaned against the counter, considering all he'd seen in Fandom up until that point, "I dunno, man. When you worked at the bar I got free drinks. That's tough to beat."

"Yeah, but I get, like, clothes here," Toby said excitedly. "And my boss is a tiny little fairy!"

"No, shit?"

Toby smiled smugly. It was going to be an interesting day at work.

Pixie Dust was open for business.

[OOC: Toby and Adam are here for all your clothing needs.]

The Perk, Saturday Morning [10.25]

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Dōjima had listened to the radio broadcast this morning, intent on mocking those of her classmates that had family show up.

She had a very, very, bad feeling about some of the things she'd heard, and found herself at the Perk in desperate need of coffee.

If she was right (and she probably was), the old bastard could damn well do the leg work and come find her.

[OOC: For the guest, but Open Perk is Open for all your caffeine addiction needs!]

Theodoric of York, Late Saturday Morning.

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Cal knew that this weekend would be all about Tessie, so, when the idea came up of a pampering, girly day like before came up, he couldn't say no. So the two of them were lying on their stomachs, on cushiony massage tables while small, petite women (Tessie herself could have been one) walked on their backs, which was supposed to be relaxing, apparently, and maybe it was. It gave them the chance to talk, although their words were occasionally interrupted with grunts or gasps here as knots and muscles worked themselves out.

"So, I'll get to meet this gi--irlfriend of yours, right?"

"If you w--ant."

"That wasn't her at the bar last night, was--it?"

"No, that was Brooke."

"And the guy with the headthing?"

"Worf."

"Ah."

That was how the conversation tended to go, with brief pauses of noticing the massage, and then one of them would speak.

"If you couldn't convince me to get a wax then, Mom, you're so not getting me to do it now."

"What about a pedicure?"

Cal laughed. "No."

"You're at least getting a haircut. Even as a boy, you wear it too damn long."

"I'll take haircut over a wax any day."

And Tessie would laugh, and Cal would complain about her laugh, and she would explain how she was sorry, but she really couldn't help it And, with the exception of a few details here and there, they might as well have been in a fancier version of the Golden Fleece, back in 1973 before everything had changed.

[[ mostly establishing, but Theodoric's is open for any other spa needs! Cal and Tessie's girly spa day is totally interruptible as well! ]]

Special Flower Delivery to the Dorms

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By student request, delivered to room 203 in the dorms

( For Temari: )

Cafe Fina - Saturday All Day

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Kurogane couldn't help but notice that once again the population of Fandom had suddenly boomed.

He just hoped it wasn't too freaky this go around.

the Utensils seemed to be on their best behaviour and the cooks were pulling out all the stops.

Today's Specials
Fillet Minion
Lobster Bisque
Escargo
Petit Gateu Glace


Never mind the fact that Kurogane couldn't say most of the specials let alone know what they were.

Luke's Diner, October 25 (Saturday)

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You might have said that Lacey had this strange feeling she'd missed out on something yesterday, but doing that wasn't exactly out of the ordinary so it's not as if she would have actually noticed.

She wasn't normally in the diner on Saturdays, but feeling the need to make sure it looked extra presentable on Parents' Weekend she'd cleaned the place within an inch of its life and set out fresh flower vases on all the tables.

Today's Specials
Turkey, Bacon, and Provolone on Fresh Foccacia Bread
Chili Cheese Dogs
Fancy Fruit Salad

Not that she was trying to impress anyone in particular.

The Park, Saturday Evening: Island-Wide Mixer

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As the sun went down, the twinkling fairy-lights that had been strung around the park took its place as a light source. Not nearly as big, but it was enough to see the food and the dance area by, with the help of some strategically placed torches in the shape of old-fashioned gaslamps. Nor nearly as warm, but there were carefully-controlled braziers here and there to take the nip out of the evening air.

Around the dance area and along the buffet tables there was a proliferation of orange, brown and rust-coloured harvest flowers that might have bordered on excessive, as if someone got rather excited about being offered a job this important, but it was still within the bounds of good taste.

[OCD is now up. Have fun!]

Caritas - Saturday Evening [Open]

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After making sure that Mutt was settled with Indy and his father, Marion headed down to Caritas for her shift. She was in a good mood, knowing that her son was hanging out with his father and grandfather for the first time. She just hoped they didn't get into trouble.

After making sure that the zombies were all taped up (and boy, was that disgusting) Marion unlocked the doors to the bar.

[Up early for earliness! I'm around!]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Room, Saturday Afternoon

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It wasn't exactly that Cable was planning on a large stampede of people wanting to see him-- or that he felt any safer with an influx of people on the island if he had his guns nearby-- and more the fact he didn't have that much to do today and the store was as good a place to find things to do as any.

After spending the morning on the range, though, he'd decided to settle in at the front desk with his laptop, doing his research. The rest of the shop was closed, but the door was open, sign and all.

[ wheee open ]

The Beach - Saturday Sunset

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Sora laid back on the beach, listening to the waves and watching the sky get darker as the sun went down. It was too bad it was cloudly, he would have liked to have watched the sunset with all the colors like at home.

He smiled wistfully up at the clouds, hoping that this year home would be able to come and visit him.

[For one, but otherwise open for beachly needs.]