The Boards, Saturday, All Day

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Tony had a couple of power drills, a box of screws and several buckets of paint. He was ready to assemble and paint the sets for Much Concern Over Nothing. All he needed now was some help.

He found a big piece of cardboard, made a sign and put it outside the theatre.

FREE BEER

To Anyone Who Helps
Build And Paint

Especially Artists!



[Open! And yes, there will be actual free beer. Geoffrey's promised a keg.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday

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The little horses were gone and Viki moped, a bit, about that. They’d been sweet, and had seemed to have so much fun that it was depressing to think that they’d just gone away.

...which led to her pacing in circles as she tried to figure out where exactly the horses had gone? Had they ceased to exist? Had they gone back to their home world? Had they merely been the product of a mass hallucination? A dream? Ghosts taken form?

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today’s Specials
Lemon Pineapple Fizz

Monthly Markets, The Park, Saturday

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The workers had paid extra attention to the set-up of the booths in town today: every single one of them was spruced up with Christmas decorations and fake snow. A lifesize statue of a group of reindeer stood in the center of the park, and they had pinned some Christmas lights to all the trees. It might not have been Christmas yet, but it was the holiday of Christmas Shopping, and they'd decorate accordingly.

There was also a faint, wafting scent of warm cookies, but all the workers were convinced the other guy probably caused that.

[ ocd up, have at! ]

MHA Poolside, Saturday Afternoon

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Loki was out by the pool again but, this time, he was actually being productive.

Trying to be productive.

He was currently flipping through a manual on how to clean fucking pools. Why couldn't this thing just clean itself? There was talk of fucking chemicals (which he had but didn't know what to do with) and how to add them and math and what the fuck was he even trying this for.

"Add, subtract, multiply, write these fucking in English!" Loki said, shaking the stupid book. He didn't want the pool to turn green though, even if it wasn't going to get much use during the winter.

He'd have to look into heating for that.

"I am just going to dump chlorine in the fucking thing and hope for the best," he said, tossing the manual aside and flopping down on a chair. The chemicals lay untouched near the side of the pool. He could work later. Now, he was going to put on his sunglasses and enjoy the day.

['Tis open, yes. I'm around and cold and YAY WEEKEND.]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday [12/06]

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Hurley who totally was at work last week, honest opened up Groovy Tunes with a smile on his face. There was no song in his heart, but he made up for that by playing an album of early nineties greatest hits.

You know, the current hits, back when he was from.

Groovy Tunes was open.

[ooc: But wait a mo for OCD, please Open, finally. *facepalm*]

Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 12/06 ].

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Turtle did not have a good morning, which was why she was actually sucking down coffee, anything, to try to forget it. She wasn't even going bother with paperwork today, she was just going to sit behind the counter and occasional hit her forehead on it repeatedly.

Today's Squishy flavors: Grape Judas, Red, Blue Raspberry

Turtle & Canary is open!

Atlas Gym; Late Saturday Afternoon. [ 12/06 ].

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Daisy had sworn all week that she was going to take Saturday and do absolutely nothing with it.

That seemed to translate into hitting up the gym for some intense cardio and a heavy-duty kickboxing routine.

Something clearly got lost in translation, but she didn't care. This felt great!

[[ open for all your Atlasy needs, naturally! ]]

The Gig, Saturday

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When Juno arrived for work, the first thing she noticed was that Bold was missing. After looking for a while, she realized that the sparrows were gone, too. Not wanting to leave the animals that still were animals alone when she couldn't figure out why they were missing ones were missing, she decided to stay and keep an eye on them for now.

Which was just as well, since after a couple weeks of hearing about people turning into animals and talking to animals, the actual reason might break her brain right in half.


[OCDless and open, though I don't have lj login as of yet so changing between characters can be slow going.

The Park [afternoon]

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Barbossa was on a bench sharing his rum with a huge gaggle of slightly unkept men with cameras, laughing as they exchanged the gossip of the town with him.

"Really?" he crowed. "So it were a gremlin bite last night? Here, be havin' more rum!"

It may or may not have occurred to Barbossa that the squirrels weren't normally human.

Caritas - Saturday Evening [Open]

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Marion made Tino do the zombie-taping duties today. Some days you just don't feel like touching dead people.

Fast Eddie's; Saturday Evening [ 12/06 ].

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Crisis temporarily averted but likely to cause a great deal of distress in much later hours, Cal and Claire had made their way to the bowling alley, which reportedly also had arcade games, on the great search for Ms. Pac Man.

Or as Cal had fondly grown to calling it: Claire Needs to Lay Off the Strong Shit.

"Okay," he said, scanning some of the machines. "We're look for a bow?"

[[ for the daaaaaaaaate! But, of course, also open for any bowling and arcade needs! ]]