Coyote Medicine, Friday

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Friday meant Arya was manning Coyote Medicine, should anyone need her for something.

She was currently trying to decide which displays to rearrange. She wondered if, on her upcoming visit home, if she should bring some of them with her. She had a feeling her people would enjoy the stories behind them.

COYOTE MEDICINE Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services THE MEDICINE MAN IS AWAY

[OOC: The OCD is gone. It ran away, AGAIN.]

Pixie Dust, Friday [6-5]

[ashockingbitch]

All the clothes on display at Pixie Dust seemed to be a cut sluttier than usual today. No reason, really.

Pixie Dust is open.

Pizza Planet, Friday

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen had to kick in the back door when she got to work this morning; her key worked just fine, but someone was blocking it somehow. That was how she discovered that the delivery guy and the cook had a thing going . . . and then took a moment to giggle to herself about finding this out because of the whole back door thing.

Yeah. She went for that whole highly immature joke, and wasn't even scandalized at herself for it.

And now she was getting ideas.

Today's Special
All You Can Eat!

And being very, very twelve.

Don't mind Jen; she'd just be over there behind the counter with her laptop, looking schemey, and not at all checking the store security cameras for any choice footage.

REALLY.

[OOC: The OCD couldn't be happy at the Emerald Bar. (That song has been stuck in my head for two days.)]

Covent Garden Flowers, Friday 6/5

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Hurley wasn't flaily about last night's radio. He was overly angry. Frustration coupled with overactive hormones, really. He set about his work, in a rather frustrated manner.

Part of it was, really, the fact that there hadn't been anything dirty for him at all, ever. And the insinuation was so totally unfair.

Poor Hurley.

The sign in the window read:

Covent Garden Flowers

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

The shop was open.

[ooc: And so is the post. Standard no-availability while I'm at work clause applies. No OCD for that reason.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday [6/5]

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Mary was feeling rather sleepy after having been up all night, and not in a good way. The NPC guest in room 528 had been complaining about strange noises coming from the room next door. When Mary went to investigate, she heard plenty of screaming and moaning from room 527. Not really wanting to walk in on that, she went downstairs and told Gunther to deal with it. And then she waited for Gunther to come back and tell her that it was taken care of, but he didn't come back and the poor woman in 528 was now saying that the noise from 527 had gotten worse.

So Mary upgraded her to nice, quiet the Presidential Suite before finally getting back to her own, sadly-empty bed.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Fig and Goat Cheese Dessert Pizza
Passionberry Dessert
Maple Nut Coffee Ice Cream

The "Now Hiring" sign was up as well. Mary was half-tempted to hire a new chef at this point.

The Gig, Friday [6/5]

[justlike_a_girl]

Once the horses were fed, groomed, and sent into the paddock, Dani retreated to the office and spent a while on the phone talking to Kris Furillo. She went on for a long time about how awkward she felt waking up yesterday morning with the guy she met at the bar the night before and how awful she felt for not really honoring her dead boyfriend's memory. Kris tried to reassure Dani that R.J. would have wanted Dani to move on with her life and find someone else. It was nice to have someone to share some girl talk with, since Dani wasn't about to call her brother for something like this.

Although "share" might have been the operative word since Dani didn't bother asking Kris how she was doing until the other girl's phone card was about to run out. Kris told her that she was somewhere in Colorado riding horses for an illegal horse racing ring, which worried Dani. She warned Kris to be really careful before the other girl had to hang up.

With that done, Dani headed back to the paddock to watch the horses, though her mind was miles away.

[Open and OCD-less!]

Things Reborn, Friday [6/5]

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Instead of rushing to open the store right after class as usual, Harper made a stop at J,GOB first. She picked up some sinfully-rich double fudge brownies and sat behind the counter, eating. Hopefully she would be able to tear herself away from them if anyone needed help.

[Open. The OCD got hungry and went to find something to eat.]

The Magic Box, Friday

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Funny, Agnes had never noticed before how many of the sculptures, and woodcuts, and amulets, and other sorts of things in the store depicted... inappropriate things. Sure, she'd known there were some, but today they seemed to be everywhere she looked.

One particular statue that caught her eye was identified by its tag as being able to summon an incubus. She spent entirely too long staring thoughtfully at it, before she eventually shoved it in a box and tossed it in the back room.

Books. She'd keep herself occupied reading drab, boring old books.

Much to her surprise she found the store had a copy of Nanny Ogg's The Joye of Snacks. Much to her chagrin, she found herself purchasing it.

Support Services Meeting: Friday in the Park

[thatsamilkshake]

The largest picnic shelter at the park was decorated with a couple of the incredibly girly posters that had been going up around town, just in case people might think they should go to... any of the other shelters that didn't have any people in them. Because Francine was thorough that way, and also because she sometimes judged others by things she would expect herself to get caught doing.

The picnic table nearest the barbecue grills had a sign-in sheet on it, alongside a first aid kit, a couple of notebooks, and two cell-phones.

[OOC: Open! To anybody - students or grownups. The OCD will be here momentarily has arrived! It got distracted by So have Katie McGrath's breasts.]

Turtle and Canary -- Friday

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Hope was possibly the only person not completely flipping out over everything that was going on. Oh, sure, she was twitchy and very unsatisfied, but when the flip side was so much yummy chaos, she couldn't be entirely pissed off.

That'd be why she was sitting behind the counter, feet up on it as she read an issue of Cosmo.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Regret, Satisfaction, Frustration.

York Gallery [6/5]

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

There were times that Eve wanted to kill the damn island.

This was one of them.

She was combating the... frustration by playing a rather violent game on a handheld gaming system. Not the kind of thing she'd ordinarily do at work, but she had a feeling Charlotte wouldn't blame her this time.

[OCD got frustrated and ran away!]

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

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Jolee walked in tonight fully expecting Tino to be up to some kind of sexually charged hijinx that would end up being embarrassing for someone. Much to his surprise, Tino just stood there with a tray of cupcakes. "What's going on?" Jolee asked. "And where is the bass player?"

Tino pointed towards the back room. Jolee walked towards the room - where, strangely, there were distressing noises - and hurried back into the main bar. He used the Force to pull a few tables towards the doorway to the back room and block it off.

"Remind me to bug Skywalker for his bleach. And where does that girl zombie keep coming from?" Jolee asked, shuddering as he made his way behind the bar. Tino patted Jolee's shoulder and offered him a cupcake. They had both now seen something that living being was ever meant to see.

That thing was zombie sex. Just in case that wasn't clear.

The Beach; Friday Afternoon [ 06/05 ].

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The event of getting his armour fixed had lead to a rather...pleasantly unexpected diversion. The armour needed some more work, but there were plenty of chances to work on armour. The chances to see a lady in a little tiny bikini, however, was a bit more rare, and he was sweaty and hot from working at the forge, anyway, so Minsc eagerly welcomed the chance to walk down to the beach with Lady Dani and enjoy the sun and the sand and the water...

...but mostly the bikini.

"I fear it is now I who am overdressed now!" he commented with a chuckle and maybe a little bit of misplaced suggestion in his voice. After all, he hardly expected that Lady Dani would be capable, even if she had wanted to, of taking care of that problem in the rather...err...efficient way in which Lady Wilhelmina had.

Although that would mean he'd have an excuse to go to the Gig again if she could...

Bad week for armour! Good week for Minsc!


[[ the Lady Dani hath been modded permissably, and, while Minsc is obviously in her presence, the beach is quite the open spot! ]]

Freelance Police Headquarters, Friday

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The pollen in the air was affecting everyone on the island, and Max was no exception. Except for the fact that Max's brain wasn't exactly wired the same way normal people's were. Or the same way ANYONE else's was. In fact, he was pretty much completely incapable of feeling sexual attraction (which everyone can breathe a huge sigh of relief at).

That was why he was laying on Sam's desk with his heels kicked up in the air, furiously playing a PSP like his life depended on it. His cute, fuzzy, white brow was beaded with sweat, he was breathing hard, and the desk rocked as his thumbs pounded rhythmically on the device. "DIE, SCUMBAG!!! DIE!!!"


The Freelance Police were open for business. For anyone who wasn't too disturbed.