The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [9/17]

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It was another eye-opening day for Hoshi. Even though she thought she knew about Earth history, she'd never heard about the Cola Wars.

"You mean, these companies actually battled head to head over whose soft drinks tasted better?" she asked, wide-eyed, as Gunther told her all about him. Of course, he may have embellished things a little bit.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Coconut Flan

Strokes of Genius, Thursday (9/17)

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Katchoo had gone and replaced her radio in time to catch last night's broadcast, and no, it wasn't the report about her that had her cranky (oh, because that was a surprise) today; that part made her laugh, honestly. She'd just love it if the squirrels would stop reporting on the comings and goings of Francine's underwear any time soon. Argh. And Ethics had, as always, been uncomfortable enough without factoring in the fun-filled recurring dreams that had preceded waking up and going to class.

. . . sigh. Drinking tonight -- not in her room, not within squirrel-range -- was going to be such a welcome frikkin' relief.

More clocks today, but in acrylics slapped and jabbed onto the canvas with brushes that'd never be the same again. Their sacrifice made for a jagged, spiky texture that fit Katchoo's mood well, though.

[OOC: And the old black rum's got a hold of me, will I live for an OCD-free day, HEEEEEEEEEEEY, will I -- *ahem*]

The Gig: Thursday [9-17-09]

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Helen was happily working at the Gig today. Once she got the stalls mucked out, the horses fed and groomed and all the tack cleaned, Helen planned to take a ride and relax out in the back with the horses.

The Gig is open!

Book Haven: Thursday [9-17-09]

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Millie was still looking for extra help at Book Haven. However, today she'd been up far too late finishing a book, so she might be found curled up in a chair 'reading' or, well, dozing, off and on.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

[shiroi_tiger]

So far as Algren was concerned, today was an excellent day to do inventory. Of the guns.

And so he was busying himself doing just that. Counting the guns.

He had a sneaking suspicion that he could get away with just using the same counts from the last inventory sheet. But that would be cheating, somehow.

And so there he was. At the Wellspring Arms. Counting.

[OCD free, today. Mod your meditation, make sure you have permission from Cable before shooting things, I have copious amounts of unpacking to do and so I won't be about until laaaaaate, if you need me.]

Magic Box, Thursday, 9/17

[life_inshadow]

Tara did not want to talk about why the little dudes in kilts kept calling her a hag. It was a term she could do without forever, thank you very much.

Eventually, most of them left the store, and she flopped behind the counter with a spellbook. She muttered to herself as she read the chapter on energy bolts.

The Magic Box was open.

Coyote Medicine, Thursday [9/17]

[spiritandsword]

After her swordplay class, Annja came in to open the store.

She wasn't feeling particularly well, so that would be why after the store was prepped for the day, she was sitting on one of the chairs off to the side of the counter.

She'd be happy to help you with anything you need, it may just take her a few moments.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
THE MEDICINE WOMAN IS IN.
Now Hiring!
Saturday and Wednesday shifts available

Coyote Medicine is open.


[[OOC: The OCD is in bed sick.]]

Turtle & Canary -- Thursday

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Maron was starting to think she really didn’t much like Ethics, since it always gave her a bit of a headache.

Which was one of those things that no one ever wanted when they had to come in and work, you know? Today she was inspecting the book selection and sort of amused by the fact that the choices seemed to be trashy romance novels or life lesson sort of novels while sipping on a Pink Lilac Squishy.

And maybe contemplating how her cheer yesterday had gone at tryouts.

Today’s Squishy Flavors: Pink Lilac, Honeysuckle, Grape Judas

Turtle & Canary is Open!

The Beach [Thursday afternoon]

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Max decided that the weather was nice enough to meet outside today. A little rain, if it came, never hurt anyone. As far as he knew.

So Max was out at the beach killing time. It had been a while since he'd done much direct earthcrafting, so he was concentrating in order to compress areas of sand enough to make them solid, then reversing the effect.

Really, someone ought to suggest he use his powers for awesome building sand castles.

[Open!]

Outside Pirate Radio [all day]

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Jack sat under a brightly striped umbrella, a bottle of rum in hand and a ballot box on the table in front of him.

He sang as he waited for people to vote.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me...

[OOC: Open if you want to talk to the pirate as you vote...]

Stark Industries: Thursday

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There were few things in this world that are better than a big old juicy cheeseburger with a side of fries, and that's what Lindsay had in front of her at her desk. And judging from the way she was cramming it into her mouth you'd think Lindsay hadn't eaten in a week.

She of course had eaten every day this week. She just tended to eat like a trucker.

[open]

Cabot and Associates, 9/17

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer did her filing, her research, all of her work today.

At least, in between games of Bejeweled. Damn that internet!

[ooc: OCD free, feel free to come in and poke Jen! The post is very open.]

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

The kitchen staff had apparently decided that Priestly was in league with the little blue men running around stealing things and harrassing people.

"They wear kilts," said the cook. "You wear a kilt. It's obvious."

Priestly tried to point out that that was like saying anyone in a black trench coat had to be in league with goths. They just stared at him blankly.

Today's specials
Peanut butter and jelly
Potato chips
Fla-Vor-Ice

Luke's was open.

[ooc: and the OCD is skulking about elsewhere in a black trench coat.]

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

[scruffnfeathers]

"Stealing," said Castiel without preamble, "is a sin. It is explicitly forbidden, and when committed in full knowledge and consent to its sinful nature, it is mortal. Without confession -- or a very good reason -- one who steals will go to Hell." He looked out over the congregation with a very serious and intent look on his face. "That being said, should the books that have been taken from this church be returned, it will demonstrate the repentance of the sinner and the sin will quite likely be forgiven."

He paused as though expecting someone to stand up and confess to taking his books right then and there. He'd just been in the middle of one of the really good parts, and he needed those texts to start flame wars with the fangirls support his arguments against his fellow readers. It was very important.

Castiel sighed. "Very well." He then went on to further explain the difference between mortal and venial sin, offering examples of each. It being Castiel, his examples involved far too much detail as to how each might be committed. The scenario for murder was especially vivid -- one had to wonder a bit about his claims to be lacking in creativity.

Well, that was if one was paying attention. It might be hard to do so, what with the tiny blue men in kilts who were hanging out on the altar behind him, drinking the communion wine and making off with the incense.

They were very distracting.

[ooc: The OCD refuses to be stolen by feegles and is up!.]

The Boards - CASTING and CREW - 9/17

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One last day... and then he had to make his decisions this weekend.

Good luck with that.

Hopefully, there'd be some interesting characters. Or maybe not hopefully. Actually, considering this place, probably.

CASTING and CREW TRYOUTS for
A Midnight Summer's Dream
No experience necessary! Free food and drink at rehearsals!
This should be interesting.

[ocd up!][FAQ for the plays here, some other bits and bobs, and feel free to ask questions in the OOC. Today's the last day! I expect (and will probably have a bit of) slowtime!]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday

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The stack of flyers on the counter had gone down, and Aphrodite had plans to put the rest of them up around town the next day after her lunch with Reese.

Hercules was happily chasing a pair of musical ben-wa balls around the store. The advantage of giving him the pair was so he'd have something to keep him occupied while she found where the first had drifted under a display.

And after her young visitor yesterday, she'd decided she needed to expand the video section. After all, porn was great, but -- sometimes it was nice to have a story, right? Right.

So, after bringing in a television and a DVD player, she'd put in the opening episodes of a supposedly ground-breaking television show.

Halfway through the second disc she stopped the episode and picked up the box, reading the back.

"The D-word. Dyke, delightful, daring, delicious, decadent, dirty, disturbing - well, they got that one right." She put it down, then pushed the eject button. "But they forgot dreadful, droll, defective, deficient, dissatisfactory, and downer." With that, the DVD was put back into the box, the set was re-wrapped, and set to go back.

"Besides, they didn't even look like dykes." She put in the next disc from a different series and sat back. "I know dykes, and those weren't them. They were about as dykish as . . . as . . . as I am." And she hit play.

Moments later she was smiling. "Mmmm. Pretty Mormon boys."

Decadent Delights is open.


(ooc: post is open. I blame thatsamilkshake. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.)

Covent Garden Flowers :: Thursday, September 17

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Vida was still in mourning, so of course she was stylishly dressed in black and wearing a hat with a mesh veil. She was also seeing what it would take to have a rose named for someone.


Covent Garden Flowers

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

Atlas Gym | Thursday

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Even to Dimitri, it was starting to feel like he lived at the gym. A seed had been planted by the overly talkative aerobics instructor that he needed to get out of there more and do other things. Dimitri had found himself agreeing just to make the woman stop talking.

Which meant today there was a special sign in the window that he'd found tucked away in the manager's office. Dimitri had made a face at the mention of spandex and drawn a line through that section, but the rest was fitting and visible to all!

Atlas Gym
Now Hiring
NOTE: MUST BE CAPABLE OF PULLING OFF SPANDEX
See Manager for complete list of requirements and expectations.

Trooper Station, Thursday (September 17)

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Reese frowned. Her belt buckle was missing. It's not something big but it was enough to piss her off.

And then there's this trooper, holding up the line between her and the coffee, gesturing and complaining about missing socks. Missing socks.

"You're Larry, right?"

The trooper nodded. Even through his helmet he seemed able to convey puppy dog eyes and expectant hope. It was heartbreaking, anyone would be affected--

"Do you really think I care about your missing socks?"

Then again, maybe not.


(Open!)

Caritas - Thursday evening [Open]

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Ben nearly slipped when he stepped behind the bar tonight. Tino, wearing a Penguins jersey and ice skates, just smiled.

"You're way too into preseason hockey," Ben said, using the bartop to slide himself across the ice. Really, he was just happy Tino kept the icing to the floor behind the bar.