Things Reborn, Friday [7/17]

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Harper got to the store and went through her usual opening routine, then came back outside and took a good, long look at the window display. After giving it some thought, she went back inside and started gathering up swim suits, swim caps, sarongs (which she totally mistook for tablecloths at first), flip flops and beach toys.

It took her a while to get all the mannequins dressed and posed. One mannequin totally ended up losing her head. Another seemed to be missing a wrist, though that part wasn't a result of Harper's klutziness. Harper just covered the missing parts with big, floppy straw hats, then went back outside to admire her work. To her, it looked good.

Things Reborn was open.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday [7/17]

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

After getting an early-morning phone call from her boss, who claimed to be under the weather, Hoshi made her way to the hotel. "Yes, I know it's the wrong day, Gunther," she said to the chef. "Deal with it. And no, I'm not singing for you again."

That didn't stop yesterday's audience from gathering in the lobby.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Almond Soba Noodles

The Gig, Friday [7/17]

[justlike_a_girl]

It took some effort, considering that the horses and goats had to be unloaded from the trailer and walked across the causeway and through town, but eventually the whole group arrived at The Gig. Dani put the mare and colt in the paddock while the goats explored the grounds. Dani was trying to keep an eye on them while checking the mare and colt's condition and mentally debating where to add an extra fenced pen for the goats.

Maybe, once all the rest of the daily chores were taken care of, Dani might just head up to the hayloft and take a little nap. It had been a long day already.

The Gig was open!

[With OCD! Please see the OOC note about the new additions.]

Pixie Dust, Friday

[ashockingbitch]

Friday morning, Jenny dragged her head out from under the pillow long enough to remember she ran a store now and should probably...do that once in a while. So here she was, looking somewhat hungover, because she was, and like there were about even odds she'd help a customer or bite their head off.

There was a Now Hiring sign in the window.

Pixie Dust was open.

Android's Dungeon [7/17]

[awakestheghosts]

Chloe was nervous excited as she opened up the shop for the first time. It had been nice of Claire to give her the job and she didn't want to do anything that might make her regret it.

She familiarized herself with the layout of the store and then unlocked the doors.

Andorid's Dungeon is open and if Chloe is a little overly cheerful? Well, it is her very first job.

Nast Sporting Goods, Friday [7/17]

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After yesterday's bout of involuntary singing, Savannah was busy in the store. No, she hadn't changed the layout again. Today she was unpacking and shelving new merchandise that had come in.

Although, why they suddenly had a shipment snow equipment was anybody's guess. Savannah thought the guys at the warehouse were trying to be funny -- sending them snow gear in July.

Nast Sporting Goods is open and Savannah was here to help and try to talk you into buying ski equipment before she decided to make an abstract art project in the middle of the store with it all.

From the Preserve to Selkie Peak [Thursday At Sundown]

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Kyle wasn't in the best mood today. He didn't know how to describe what he was feeling, but it was homesickness. He had everything he needed here. Maybe that was the problem. This wasn't the world he knew and the lack of familiarity was finally kicking in. He'd get through it. He always did, but that didn't do much for his mood.

Kyle walked down Apocalypse Avenue towards the Park.

( Cut for lyrics and his travels to Selkie Peak )

[OOC - open for slow play for anyone so inclined!]

Pirate Radio [afternoon]

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

Jack had, okay, not cleaned the radio station (like, at all), but he'd cleared off desk space for any pot-luck type foods his radio staff might be bringing to share with him everyone.

The squirrels were there with some of their stash of rum and nuts as well.

The first attempt at a radio staff meeting could be a disaster.

[OOC: For any radio broadcaster who want to stop by]

Dite's Decadent Delights; Friday [ 07/17 ].

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Sometimes, Valentine Wiggin was just a horrible person.

Though thoroughly pleased to find herself not in the mood any more to randomly break out into song at random interjections, she felt others might perhaps miss the music in their lives and had compiled together a series of merchandise to offer to them based on that fact. Which included products driven to the tunes on your iPod, musical condoms, and rather inventive instruments.

The crap people came up with. Although, really, Valentine rationalized that at least people were using their creativity into something like this instead of more effective ways to kill off mass populations. You could get some use and entertainment out of a toy that played music, but a musical A-bomb was probably less likely to be enjoyed.

Dite's Decadent Delights is open!

[[ and links NWS! duh ]]

Trooper Station, Friday

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Ray had... spent yesterday singin' to his turtle. Yeah.

Ray was not gonna talk about that. Instead, Ray was gonna sit right in this here trooper station, and make fun of last night's security footage from the barracks. Heh.

"Hey, Rick!" he called across the room, "You got some hot feet!"

Ralph flipped him the bird.

[[ open! ]]

Book Haven - Friday, 7/18

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir had been laying low.

He'd have to try and find his employers at the Cafe Fina, or leave a note or something, but they wouldn't have wanted him in that day, not after the culinary disaster he'd regretted eating the night before. Then there'd been yesterday and he hadn't been about to risk another fiasco like what'd happened the last time he'd gone out on a day when the island seemed determined to make people sing. As it was, he'd been unable to stop humming one song all the whole day.

But those were other days. Today, blissfully, nothing seemed to be happening. Today, he was here, at work, behind the counter after a soothing bit of cleaning and straightening.

[ocdless]

Chilly Boulder, Thursday Night

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Edmund admittedly hadn't escaped singing, but he'd known better than to be around people when he was doing it. Problem was that being out all day led one to be hungry, and so he headed into town for a fast snack.

He was going to get something healthy, but the ice cream store drew his attention inexplicably, as if drawing him in for a song.

( Ed loves Rocky Road! )

[OOC: Establishy for Ed, but for all your ice cream needs.]

Coyote Medicine, Friday

[allyofthevarden.livejournal.com]

Arya opened up the store and made sure the displays were set up properly. She then took inventory, in case she needed to order more.

COYOTE MEDICINE Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services THE MEDICINE MAN HAS LEFT THE BUILDING.

[OOC: OCD free today! I'll be away until Saturday, come 3PM.]

The Junkyard, Friday After Classes

[endsthegame]

Now that yesterday's weirdness had, thankfully, passed, Ender had another appointment to keep. He still wasn't in the best of moods about it, but he'd at least located the part of him that thought the whimsy was somewhat funny, in its way. That made life easier.

He made it to the junkyard as soon as he was done with classes, a jacket pulled over his usual hoodie, and took up a spot by the entrance to wait for the other two members of his party. If there had been more work to do, he would gladly have done it- but a shuttle ride might be good for Karla's education, if nothing else.

[[ ender's thread locked to two certain other folks, but junkyard is open, of course ]]

The Perk; Friday, Lunchtime [ 07/17 ].

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Considering how much she'd been dancing and shimmying and...well, Rachel didn't even know some of the adjunctives she could have used to describe what she was doing yesterday, she decided she needed to get the heck out of Dodge and take a break from the lobby and maybe explore the town a little. That lead her into the quaint little cafe for a latte and as she gave the barista her order, she was looking over the baked goods on display. "And what's this scone?" she asked, pointing to one in the basket, vaguely, despite the fact that, without holding it up, the barista couldn't exactly see which scone she meant.

"Oh, that's peach, very go--"

But barista was cut off before she could finish, as Rachel made a face and very distinctly said, "Yeeech! Blech. No thank you!"

About two minutes later, Minsc, who had been enjoying (well, he couldn't say he was enjoying it, but it was a manly drink, anyway) an espresso, Boo in hand (which the baristas were okay with as long as he kept out of the food and sometimes the coffee bags), came up to the counter, picked up the poor peach scone and said, "Do not worry, peach scone! Minsc will consume and enjoy you! Do not feel bad by the lady's unfounded disgust in your existence."


[[ so, I'm at work and everyone is always hating on the peach scones. So I felt inspired to be giving the peach scones some love. Minsc modded with permission; open for all your coffee shop neeeds; void where prohibited; tip your friendly baristas! ]]

Support Services Meeting: The Park, Friday afternoon

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Francine's posters were back up at the picnic tables, in case anyone had forgotten where the meeting should be, and by all appearances, Morgana looked to be in a very good mood. Pretending that yesterday never happened had to make it true, didn't it?

"One of the most important aspects of any good group is teamwork," she said, once everyone had settled down. "None of us are as good alone as we are together, which means that we need to make certain that we can communicate with each other. Sometimes, verbal communication can be difficult. You might be stuck somewhere in hiding where you have to stay quiet. Or you might be in a situation where if you speak, you'll begin singing embarrassing songs." Horribly, terribly embarrassing songs. "We've got a game of sorts for everyone to play today where non-verbal communication is the key." She had a feeling that at least some people wouldn't mind doing something silent.

[We have achieved OCD!]

Caritas; Friday Evening

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck and Tino were experimenting with flaming shots today. No particular reason. Well, other than the reason that lighting things on fire was fun.

The zombies, being pretty flammable, were less than amused. Too bad.

Turtle & Canary -- Friday

[feedsonchaos.livejournal.com]

It was Friday, so there was a Hope behind the counter.

A very, very bored Hope. Who was grateful that yesterday had been spent in her hotel room and thusly, there had been nobody around to witness her singing. Not that she'd minded the singing, but not a fan of public humiliation.

She had her feet up on the counter as she flipped through a magazine.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Relief, Happiness, Blue.

York Gallery [7/17]

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Eve was much happier now that there was no singing going on. Meant that she didn't have to be ready to facepalm constantly throughout her day. At least, no moreso than usual.

In a much better mood, she sat at the reception desk with a book and a really great cup of coffee. No creamer, even. Dale would be proud.

The Docks, Friday Afternoon

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Miss."

Reese woke-up with a start and blinked, disoriented. There was a guy looking at her and Reese was immediately on guard but he didn't do anything but let his arm fall and look apologetic.

"Sorry to wake you but we've docked."

"Huh?" Reese blinked two more times, shook her head until the cobwebs cleared from her head. And realized what 'here' meant. The ferry from the ship to the island took only minutes and yet Reese had fallen asleep. "Oh, yeah, thanks."

( Reese climbed to her feet. )

(OOC: Establishy! The island gains another cranky detective!)