Luke's Diner, Friday, 12/5

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Ella had tried to lure the tiny horses on the diner roof down with hay and lumps of sugar, but hadn't met with any success. She was still pouting about that failure as she took her station behind the counter, and she made the chefs cook things that the horses would like, just in case they changed their minds.

Specials
Oatmeal
Carrot-Ginger Soup
Applesauce Muffins

The diner was open.

Strokes of Genius, Friday

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Viki thought the little horses were perfectly sweet. She wasn’t really at the counter today, though she made sure to stand around it every now and again so she could truthfully claim to be easily found should someone need her assistance.

Though, really, if someone did need her, and missed the fact that she kept darting out to grin at the wee little horses clattering on the roof well, then, perhaps they needed to get their eyes checked more than they needed art supplies? Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Ah well.

Strokes of Genius is Open.

Stark Industries [Friday]

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Kaylee knew she needed to make some Christmas presents, but she just wasn't sure how or what she wanted to make, entirely.

So Friday found her considering her list and poking around making some designs before gathering some materials to make...stuff.

[SP off and on all daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.]

Android's Dungeon: Thursday

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The new comics had come out yesterday and for the Marvel side of the fence they seemed to be in a tizzy about the end of their major crossover event and complaining about how characters who used to be dead are now back again and how another character died but will probably be brought back during the next major crossover event after next.

After listening to the comics complain and explain all the various plot twists Dor felt a little overwhelmed and decided that the worst thing in the world to be in this universe had to be a superhero.

Trooper Station, Friday

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Okay, the roof was kinda noisy. When Ray had gone out to check exactly why it was noisy, though, he'd found he didn't really wanna know. So now he was here. Indoors. Drinking coffee. Ignoring it.

He was happier that way. Besides, he'd just found a new way to use his unprocessed paperwork for a coffee coaster, which took up most of his time. Hey, this kinda thing took energy.

[ open, but SP later this EST afternoon as i have st. nicholas funtimes ]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

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Oh, it was going to be one of those days. There were strange noises coming from the roof, but experience had taught her that she really didn't want to know what was up there. So she sat at the front desk with the TV volume turned up, trying to drown out the clip-clop noises coming from the roof.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Thai Lobster Bisque with Mango and Basil

[No OCD, because it's been one of those days.]

Covent Garden Flowers, Friday 12/05

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Hurley opened up the shop, pretty happy to be there. It was a pretty good week for him, really.


Covent Garden FlowErs

Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

The store was open.

[ooc: And OCD free!]

The Magic Box, Friday (12/5)

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Agnes has just finished opening the store, when a baseball launched into orbit by a particularly powerful swing during the 1976 College World Series* fell back to earth, injuring one of the weetiny white horses that had been gyring and gimbling on the roof.

She brought the poor thing inside, cradling it gently, and tended to its injuries with herbs and potions from the store's stock. Then she watched as it took a nap on the counter.

The Magic Box was open.


* Thanks, Wikipedia random article!

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

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Rikku was kinda impressed at how the new daggers had held up for her spar with Reno. Not bad. She could get kinda fond of them. She was wondering what sort of upgrades she could throw on.

The Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center was open.

Fast Eddie's; Friday Evening [ 12/05 ].

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Daisy'd gotten to the bowling alley a bit early, glad to be free of unruly horsies, and she switched from suitable shoes to smelly ones of olive green and what looked suspiciously like burgundy. Half a minute later, the electronic scoreboard had been set up; it was a bit of a hard choice, but, in the end, she did decide to stick to their real names, instead of aliases, most likely crazy stripper names, but, really, they kind of already had stripper names, albeit not crazy ones. Then she sat sipping a soda thoughtfully as she considered the electronic interface of the scoring system, imagining what sort of retooling and catches one could perform to rig a few few games out of it.

Not that she planned on doing that, of course. It was simply that to catch crooks, you had to think like one every now and again, and sometimes that meant thinking really stupid things like free bowling games. Crooks'll do anything.

[[ for the other other daaaaaate! Or maybe not really a date-date. Either way, the joint's open for any other bowling or arcade neeeeds, too! ]]

Groovy Tunes; Friday [ 12/05 ].

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It was Friday, there was nothing that he could think of going on, and...well, it was Friday. So Chad settled in for a pretty easy, relaxed day at the store, alternating between flipping through a music magazine and a fashion one.

And one about cats.

Shhh.

Today's Mix: Meow Mix

Groovy Tunes is open!

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

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Jolee walked into the bar and saw a shiny metal pole on the counter and a smile on Tino's face.

"No," Jolee said. He reached out with the Force and pulled the pole down, bending it in half before floating the trashed pole to the back room.

And that's the story of how Caritas gained and then quickly lost a stripper pole.

[OOC: Blame trickster_twin.]

The Gig, Friday [5.12]

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Up on the rooftop, click, click, click...

Rosie groaned as she stared up at the barn roof. There were horses on it. Tiny horses. Frolicking tiny horses. White ones.

Bold, ears laid back, was staring up at them, radiating displeasure.

You could come down, Rosie told them. There's oats down here, and hay and sugar. Yes, she was wheedling. She was not above bribery if it meant stopping the noise. Wee and happy they might be, but hooves on tin were never going to be considered melodious.

The reply came not in words, precisely, but in a burst of joyous happiness as they cavalled, leapt, and piaffed their way down the sloping roof, then wheeled to gallop back up it.

Rosie couldn't help smiling. Look at it this way, she said, leaning companionably on Bold's shoulder. At least it's not boring here.

Bold snorted and grudgingly allowed his ears to straighten. Boring, he replied, curving his neck to nose her face, is underrated.