Strokes of Genius, Thursday (8/27)

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Katchoo had had to be at work extra early today because some bonehead (her, actually, but shh) had gone and scheduled a delivery of sculpting supplies for first thing in the morning, and she hadn't cleared out space in back or on the shelves for all of it yet. Katchoo had had to chase Clocky all the way from the dorms to the damn shop -- and Clocky'd thought it would be funny to get her there half an hour earlier than necessary.

She'd just be over there by the register, slumped over a mug that might no longer have coffee in it, ignoring Clocky.

She didn't want to throw things and have to clean them up again.

[OOC: I have squandered my OCD on a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [8/27]

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"Good news, Gunther," said Hoshi when she walked into the lobby and dropped her things off at the front desk. "I don't have a class today so I can be here for the whole day… No, you don't have to start ranting at me again. Save it for after I pick out classes."

Yes, it was just another ordinary day.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Moroccan Carrot Salad with Paprika and Cumin
Seffa Medfouna
Couscous Tfaya

Stark Industries: Thursday

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Lindsay was doing "lunch" today via teleconference equipment with her friends back home. So far the conversation topics covered were:

1. Claire's kids
2. Jill's multiple dates this week.
3. How Cindy got arrested again for sneaking onto a crime scene.
4. What items Ronon could hide in his hair.

"Ew. Why would anyone hide a ham sandwich in their hair?"

"Why would anyone hide knives in their hair?"

"... I'll get back to you on that."

Fourth Dimension Fine Arts & Antiques, Thursday

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The Gallery was in the middle of an exhibit change-over. New paintings had arrived, and were being hung. Although every half hour or so Sophie decided she hated where something was and would move it. But really, it was ready and open.

This week's Exhibit: Susan Seddon Boulet: Goddesses and Shamans.

The gallery door is open, and there is lemonade and iced tea on the sideboard.

Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday, 8/27

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Dinah was looking through more seed catalogs today, for easy grasses to grow, but kept getting distracted by the orchids and exotics. Preeeeetty. Also going through and price-gunning again.

KA-CHUNK!

Covent Garden Flowers

Vida Boheme, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

Covent Garden Flowers is open.
[ocd freeee]

Turtle & Canary -- Thursday

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It was Apu, today, who was running the front counter and ringing customers through. Maron was around, but dealing with a display that needed severe help and she’d told him that she really couldn’t be disturbed while handling it.

He didn’t really want her to get crushed by groceries, did he?

If it did, that was too bad, Maron had her headphones in, was working hard, and was letting him deal with everything else today.

Today’s Squish Flavors: Clementine, Red, Grape Judas

Turtle & Canary is Open!

[OCDless and plz to be modding your service today.]

Magic Box, Thursday, All Day

[life_inshadow]

Tara noticed the store seemed to be even more organized than usual when she came in today, so she decided to devote her shift to studying a spellbook at the counter. She'd brought Nyx and Mr. Moxy to the store with her; they frolicked at her feet and she, absently, occasionally tossed some twists of paper their way.

The store was very open.

[OOC: OCD-Free!]

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was at Luke's, with no concept of his impending doom.

Instead, he was using his spare time to open up wikipedia and read up on how roller derby was actually supposed to work.

You had to know the rules before you could properly subvert them, after all.

Today's specials
Deep fried chicken fingers
Deep fried mac and cheese
Deep fried twinkies

Luke's was open.

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel had been at a bit of a loss when it came time to prepare his sermon, this week. Every time he sat down to write it, he got distracted by wondering if an image of a tree really could compare to the tree itself, and how it was that a hamster could be both miniature and giant at the same time.

It'd been one of those weeks.

The congregation probably should have braced themselves when they saw him approach the pulpit with his laptop in hand. They definitely should have when he opened it up and poked at it for a bit before getting to the sermon.

"I was skiing the web last night --" Oh Castiel. "-- when I encountered a notation regarding a scientist named Erwin Schrödinger."

Run for your lives, congregation. Or, at least, your sanity. Castiel was attempting to tackle ( quantum physics. )

He was rather sad that Temperance Brennan would not be here for this sermon. He was certain she'd have lots to say about it.

[ooc: the usual mini OCD is a-comin'. up! And away we go!]

Guilty As Charged - Thursday [All Day]

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There were new students and faculty coming in that weekend, which meant it was time to restock and rearrange the shelves. What little bit he could without having to develop super strength. Along with a lot of cleaning while Led Zepplin was cranked as loud as he could get it, and still hear the door.

New people though, which meant new customers. And they were always happy to have new customers.




[<.< It's been here all day. Yep. I totally didn't forget to post while working today.]

The Park | Thursday Evening

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Dimitri hadn't slept on the plane. Coach seats were too small for his long frame to get very comfortable in - especially with a young (he would keep repeating that word if necessary) trainee snoring and drooling on his shoulder while he attempted to read the folder of information on Fandom before giving up and resuming his novel.

After checking into the hotel, Dimitri had realized it would be a bad idea to fall asleep if he was going to adapt appropriately to a human sleep schedule, so he'd struck out to explore the island. (Yes, he'd brought a map and was marking it up, shh, it's a Guardian thing.)

When he'd gotten as far as the park, the last thing Dimitri had expected was a flock of tall, pink birds that descended on him like he had stolen all the brine shrimp from the lake.

He raised one eyebrow to glare icily at the birds, recognizing their distaste of his dhampir nature and giving them the opportunity to disperse and leave him to continue his walk.

The flamingos were not dissuaded by his look and began flapping their wings and squawking at him.

Rather than turning around or taking a longer route, Dimitri took a seat on a nearby bench and resumed marking his map, waiting for the birds to act first. Oh yeah, battle of wills.

[Open park!]

Trooper Station, Thursday (August 27)

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Another day at the station and still no calls and no cases. This keeps up and she might take-up whittling. She even had Crews' knife all she needs is wood to start for now there were papers to file and there was coffee to finish.

Caritas - Thursday evening [Open]

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Tino challenged Ben to a drinking contest tonight. Ben was winning easily because, as it turned out, Tino had forgotten to make it clear that it was an alcoholic drinking contest. When Ben pointed out that implications weren't rules, Tino continued drinking tequila to drown his failure. Ben, meanwhile, kept drinking water.

[OOC: Tino's drunk tonight but can still be modded if you would like to do that. But there's no need to! I am around!]

Freelance Police HQ - Thursday

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Just about everything at home was packed up and ready to go. Murdock thought he'd have stuff to pack up here as well, but the reality was he didn't have anything at the office.

Unless you counted paper airplanes.

He really didn't feel as if he'd ever done much actual, you know, work, but he enjoyed it anyway.

"Are you going to miss me?" he asked Spatula, tapping lightly on the cooler's side. Spatula for his part, just looked like the foolish human should stop thumping on his house now, kthanx.

"Well, I'll miss you," he told the goldfish, then taking a seat behind a desk and making up two more paper airplanes. These ones had fancy paint jobs (if fancy was highlighter colors) and names written on the cockpits. Sam and Max.

Call it a going-away gift, if you will.