Stark Industries: Thursday

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The hat appeared on her head when she got to work this morning.

There was a good deal of cursing as she realized that whenever she took it off, a few moments later it would reappear on her head.

Eventually she settled down into a grumpy phase of muttering under her breath as she tried to work.

[open! Yay Hat Day!]

Groovy Tunes: Thursday [2-5-09]

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Peyton opened up the store, not happy at all with the weird hat that had suddenly appeared on her head. It didn't seem to matter how often she took it off, sooner or later, she'd turn around and there it would be onher head again.

And oddly, the store system seemed to insist on playing Aretha Franklin no matter what other CD's she put in.

Groovy Tunes is Open!

The Gig: Thursday [2-5-09]

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The horses at the Gig seemed most amused by the hat, so it was a toss-up as to whether Helen or one of them would be wearing it at any given time.

Helen hadn't been happy to find she was wearing it when she'd gotten to work, but now she was finding it a lot more funny herself.

The Gig is Open!

Book Haven: Thursday [2-5-09]

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Millie had made a matching small hat for Proudfoot to wear at the store.

Proudfoot was having nothing to do with it.

But Book Haven was definitely open.

Android's Dungeon, Thursday, 2/5

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So far today, Sarah had experimentally stabbed the hat, lit it on fire, tossed it against the way, taken fibers for chemical analysis, licked it (felty), and locked it in the office safe. She only didn't shoot at it because she was worried the noise would carry, but she did think about it.

It kept ending up unhurt and back on her head.

Finally, she adjusted it in her compact mirror and decided to just go with it. Stupid hats were not the worst thing that could happen, or even the weirdest of the week..

[OOC: Open store, no OCD.]

Luke's Diner, Thursday

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As a general rule, Priestly didn't like wearing hats. They tended to get in the way of his mohawk.

Not, apparently, that this island was going to listen to him about that. He'd already tried taking it off several times. Failing that, he cut slits in the top for his hair.

Now he couldn't even get it off his head. Though his hair was still faintly visible, if you looked carefully around the bow.

But at least he wasn't telling people the unadulterated truth.

Today's Specials
Leftover slightly burned cheese fondue

Luke's was open.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi wasn't sure where the hat came from, but it looked kind of fierce, which is why she didn't bother taking it off.

Besides, given the weird nature of the island, she wasn't entirely sure that the hat would come off until it was ready to go away.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Crab Claws St. Thomas

Atlas Gym [early morning]

[sith_happened]

Anakin wasn't going to let the hat that had appeared on his head the moment he stepped onto the causeway affect his weekly training session with his grandson.

Even if lightsaber practice with it on was going to look completely ridiculous. He stretched, he jumped up and down, and the hat stayed on.

He threatened to set it on fire and the hat stayed on.

Finally, Anakin settled for a grumpy expression on his face to assure everyone that dammit, he meant to be wearing this stupid hat, and waited for Ben to arrive.

[OOC: Anakin is expecting Ben, but ooooopen.]

Freelance Police HQ, Thursday February 5

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Oddly, the day's hat weirdness had somehow missed Murdock. Maybe it was because he has no more icon space, woa he already had a large assortment of strange hats. And for some inexplicable reason, he'd dug out the cowboy hat this morning.

In a good mood, he headed into work and settled in with some coffee. Bordem soon hit and he decided to make a few random phone calls.

"Are you sure you don't have a wild gopher in your washer? Those things are sneaky, ya know."

The person on the other end of the line gave a rather rude response and promptly hung up. Murdock kept calling around, trying to solve the mystery of the Wild Washer Gopher.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

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The hat had been... weird.

Cable had put it aside as soon as it appeared, but it was still lying on the edge of his desk. Staring at him. He didn't give it the satisfaction of staring back.

He was just finishing up a few packages to be mailed out, and so he busied himself with that. All the while paying no attention to the hat whatsoever.

These things took great skill.

Besides, he was a little busy ordering some new furniture.

[ open! ]

Atlas Gym, late morning (some time after the Skywalkers are done)

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Sokka practiced swinging his sword around a few times, and then spent the rest of the time he was waiting for Deadpool grinning into the mirror at his new hat. It was AWESOMELY fierce.

[For one, but open like a gym]

Covent Garden Flowrs, Thursday 5 February

[loverlyviolets]

This was not the hat that Eliza had reached for when she stepped out of her flat today. Yet somehow, inexplicably, here it was. On her head.

She studied it in the mirror behind the refrigerated flower case as she bustled about getting ready to open, and decided that even though it was really rather tiny for a real hat, there was something she liked about it all the same. It made her feel like singing God Save the King, for some reason.

Which may in fact have been what you would catch her humming snatches of, if you wandered into Covent Garden FlowErs today.
_

Covent Garden FlowErs

Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets! (Stock on hand slightly reduced due to inclement weather.)
Delivery available upon request.

Now Hiring For Wednesday Position

[Open!]

Mooby Land, Thursday Evening

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Something about be completely honest with people one day and waking up with a truly atrocious hat on his head another made Tony crave the simple things in life.

Like a good cheeseburger.

He was just going to settle on a decent one, though.


[[Tony is there for one, but the place is open!]]

The Boards, Thursday Afternoon - Crew Meeting/Workday

[wantstodirect]

Anyone entering the theatre might think it was empty, if Fiyero and Geoffrey were not around. If you stood on the stage, though, you'd hear the sounds of someone walking above you. And occasionally, banging and swearing.

Tony was working in the flies today, doing some of the repairs Dinah and Hinata had flagged for him. He'd head back down to the stage when people showed up.

[Open for cast, crew or drop-ins!]

Chilly Boulder - Thursday late afternoon/early eveningish

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Prince Edward led Adora into the ice cream shop, his smile bright, his step light and bouncy. "We're here, Adora! Isn't it lovely? We shall try everything and most especially the chocolate sauce!"

He stepped up to the counter with her and odered two of everything, not realizing what he was doing. "Ah-hah! Wonderful!"


[Edward is here with Adora, but the shop is open for all your ice cream needs. Also? LJ stop sucking!]

Caritas [Thursday evening]

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Robin had dreaded her shift, because she hadn't want to deal with the inevitable taunting from Tino over her...hat.

But that all changed when she came in and he was wearing one too.

Haaaaaaaaaaaa.

Sushi Station, Friday afternoon

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"No hats, no classes, no work, no taxes," Dinah sang as she bounced down the block ahead of Merlin and Tony. "Just sushi sushi suuuushi!" She held the door for them. "And possibly caffiene."

[ooc: for a wizardly duet. Not like that.]

Pizza Planet, Friday

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If Jen approached the front door to the pizza parlor with extreme caution, then kicked it in (okay, not down, just open) like she was getting into a suspect's house, well . . . after last week, could you blame her?

It was kind of anticlimactic, though -- she kicked the door in to find a very quiet, well-behaved, and industrious staff today, one that hadn't even rigged up any more traps anywhere in the restaurant. She checked anyway, just to be on the safe side, with her visual scanners. And also with a pair of tongs tied to the end of a broomstick.

Apparently when she'd gotten herself out of the trap last week, the giant pile of freshly-sliced pepperoni in the trap's mangled remains had left quite the impression on them.

Jen wasn't going to argue with their meek behavior for a second.

[OOC: Will be open, of course, after I wake up.]