Strokes of Genius, Thursday

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So. Less than welcome BFF-ly news at work yesterday, that stupid frikkin' fire drill, class, and now work again; it wasn't as if Katchoo wasn't in a bad mood almost all the time, but now her frustration had an extra facet to it, which was extra tiring on this little sleep.

And all the coffee in the world wasn't going to help, nor was having the music cranked up really loud.

She was mostly dozing beside the register today, half-formed ideas for a couple of paintings drifting in and out of her thoughts. She'd get to those later today. After work . . . and sleep. Definitely sleep.

[OOC: OCD-free openness? Why, yes.]

Groovy Tunes: Thursday [2-19-09]

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Peyton was tired and grouchy today. After the fire alarm she'd tried to do a little, um... relaxing to help herself get back to sleep with totally frustrating results, Maybe when she got off she'd try to find Dean and see if he could, um, give her a hand, as it were.


[ooc: Peyton's too tired for OCD.]

The Gig: Thursday 2-19-09]

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By the time they'd been allowed back in the dorms, Helen was wide awakeand thinking it was only a few hours before she had to be in to work. So she'd scrounged up an early breakfast and headed over to the Gig.

Where she just might be found sound asleep in the stables, curled up on a hay bale.

Book Haven: Thursday [2-19-09]

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Millie was pretty cheerful as she opened Book Haven. She spent some time organizing and cleaning, then settled in with a good book to wait for any customers.

Android's Dungeon, Thursday, 2/19

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Sarah checked the back room to make sure it had stayed clean overnight -- hey, sometimes they were tricky -- and then settled at the front counter with her laptop, the Washington Post website pulled up. She was trying to get up to date on Middle Eastern politics, but, somehow, another article caught her attention.

She was glad the FBI had slightly better priorities these days.

[OOC: Open store!]

Turtle and Canary: Thursday

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Jamie was a bundle of agitated energy and full of glares this morning. Most of the glares were not directed at Apu but instead at the summons/weasel thing that kept following him around.

Finally he put the weasel up on the counter and began to lecture at it.

"Look. The fire alarm was one thing. You didn't do that," he grumbled. "But next time I don't care how hungry you are. No biting when I'm in the middle of.. that. Okay?"

The weasel of course didn't understand a damn thing but sat there in the hopes of getting a peanut.

Jamie sighed and tossed a few peanuts on the counter.

"I really hate this week."

[Open! No OCD 'cuz I'm of the lazy.]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

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After leaving Worf a voicemail, Cable went down the stairs from his still ruined (if somewhat more cleaned-up) apartment, checked the store, and sat down behind the desk.

This was starting to be a little more problematic than the laundry crisis.

[ open! ]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [2/19]

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Last night's fire drill had come at a really bad time for Hoshi, who had been spending the night with Ronan. After it was over, they had gone back to his room and tried to pick up where they left off. She had been a lot more tired than she realized, though, and dozed off as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She had just gotten settled at the front desk when Porthos started howling and scratching at a door just off the lobby. "There's nothing there, Porthos," said Hoshi, opening the door to show him. "It's just a supply-- GUNTHER! What the hell is going on?"

Gunther scowled at Hoshi while the girl in the maid's uniform freaked out and ran. It took Hoshi a second to realize that the girl didn't even work at the hotel. "Oh, you should have known better, Gunther. You should have gotten a room! Look, will you just put your pants on and get back to work?"

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Frozen Caramelized Banana and Chocolate Bombe
Raspberry Trifle with Chocolate Ganache and Whipped Cream
Devil's Food Cupcakes with Chocolate Icing

Stark Industries: Thursday

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Lindsay was behind her desk trying to concentrate on her work but kept getting distracted. Every once and a while she'd pick up a phone to call her friends back home or start an e-mail that would start with "Dear Dad" but she'd immediately hang up or close the e-mail before she even started.

So for the most part she was just looking out the window as she tried to make sense of this whole week.

Luke's Diner, Thursday

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There was stuff in Priestly's hair again. Carefully, almost artistically arranged. Judging by the smirk on his face, it's probably safe to say that the stuff in his hair is preemptive. It's just no fun making fun of someone if they do it, themselves. . . .

This only added to the crankiness of the kitchen staff, today. Probably not the best time to order anything complicated.

Today's Specials
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
Salt and vinegar potato chips
Make your own sundaes

Luke's was open.

Covent Garden Flowrs, Thursday, 19 February

[loverlyviolets]

Eliza was tickled pink when she opened up the shop to see a large and definitely not plant-shaped package resting inside the doorway. More so when she unfolded the accompanying letter:

Ms. Doolittle: The Acme Sign Society would like to extend its sincerest apologies for the apparent displeasure you have experienced with one of our signs. Please accept this new sign in place of your requested minor repairs. We hope that this restores your faith in our company and that we may enjoy your continued patronage.

Then, of course, she had to go and open ( the parcel... )

That woman slamming pots about and muttering dreadful things not quite under her breath? Not cranky for exactly the reason you might imagine. Hey, you have your...frustrations, she has hers.

Covent Garden FLOWERS

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

Now Hiring For Wednesday Position. Bakers need not apply.

[Open! The part of Acme Sign Company Society, including the sign design, was played for your enjoyment by the insane and beloved heromaniac.]

Atlas Gym, Thursday Evening

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Sarah shut down the comics shop promptly at 6, and went to the gym to get in a treadmill run and some yoga before she expected Loki.

It occurred to her that she might be in over her head, what with the whole ... Loki thing. She'd sparred bigger guys before, and won, but nobody with wings. Nobody who couldn't die.

Learning experience. Like everything else. And she would never step away from a challenge.

[OOC: Open gym, but she's here for one.]

The Edge of the Preserve Nearest Town, Thursday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

Reno. Bad week. Hating EVERYTHING. Hitting trees. With an electrified stick.

Because between fire drills and little green deer and pets and being frustrated in so many ways dammit, Reno figured the trees could take the abuse.

If something other than trees wanted to join in on the cathartic 'smacking shit around,' Reno wouldn't be opposed in the least.

[Open wooded area is open!]

Caritas [Thursday evening]

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Robin had worked hungover. She had worked with PMS. She had worked after losing multiple bets to Barney.

Tonight's mood left all those behind. Even Tino decided to stop taunting her after she snarled that she'd pull a Lorena Bobbitt if he didn't get the fuck away from her. And then she almost burst into tears before going to pour herself a drink, discovering that someone had alphabetized everything so she couldn't find the scotch, and starting the cycle all over again.

So. Happy drinking!

[I'm around but Robin is NOT A HAPPY GIRL. Frustration is not a good look on her.]