Imperial Brim [Saturday, September 19]

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There was another bulk order of tinfoil hats from Roswell. The people of Roswell must really like tinfoil hats, this was their fifth bulk order.

Irulan made a note to speak to Priestly, she needed to give Priestly his share of the profits.

The Imperial Brim is hiring.
Monday or Saturday shifts available.

(OCD-less!)

Fight Club | Atlas | Sunday Evening | 9.20

[tyler_gone]

"People," Tyler said, looking around the gym. A slight sniffle roughened his voice. "Lots of people. You all came back."

"Which is good, since if they didn't come back, we wouldn't have anyone to boss around," Ghanima pointed out. "Or hit."

"You guys can hit," Tyler said wistfully. "I'm pretty sure I'd give my cold to anybody if I did. I'm just observing today, since apparently I'm the kind of" -- holy word you don't want to use in front of students there, Tyler! -- "person who worries about germs now."

"Next thing we know, you'll be telling people to get off your lawn and futzing about the 'good old days,'" Ghani replied dryly. "Okay. You and you. You. With her. Smile, you with the tiger, you're fighting him."

"Tyler?"

"I am not old," he said sulkily, and folded his arms to survey the crowd. "Oh, him and her, her and him, him and him."

"Go to it."

Cafe Fina, Sunday

[puppy_fair]

Zack was a fair bit more subdued than usual as he showed up for his shift at Cafe Fina this morning. Between his date for yesterday evening getting trapped in some kind of weird closet-based people-eating dimension of some sort, and the way his roomie had seemed kind of off since yesterday, he was in pretty desperate need of some singing, dancing dishes to pick him up again.

Worrying about people wasn't much fun at all.

Today's Specials:
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Today was so, so a cake day.

[The dish ran away with the OCD again today! I have no idea if I'm going to be abducted for more unpacking, but either way, I should be able to grab any pings to Zack in the evening.]

The Gig, Sunday

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The horses utterly refused to go outside today, even though Firekeeper and Blind Seer tried everything from cajoling to outright threatening.

Firekeeper found herself torn between frustrated and amused by the situation. "Brave little herbivores," she told them finally, shaking her head as she sat down on a hale bay in the stable.

The Gig was open!

Things Reborn, Sunday

[iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com]

Another day, another delivery. Ben found a shipment with a matching sofa and chair set that actually looked better than he had expected. They weren't uncomfortable, either, as proven by the fact that he had apparently decided to sit in the chair today instead of staying behind the counter.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Sunday [9/20]

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No, it wasn't her regular day, but yesterday morning, Hoshi had woken up with a miserable sore throat. It seemed safer to stay in bed until she felt better. But when she woke up on Sunday with no signs of illness, she felt guilty enough to come in on a Sunday.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Katsudon
Miso Soup with Daikon Radish

Fourth Dimension Fine Arts & Antiques, Sunday (9/20)

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Sophie was on the phone, arranging next week's new display, and fixing herself a cup of coffee from her new coffeemaker. It was even nicer than the old one, so she wasn't going to complain.

Last three days for the exhibit of Fractal Art. Coffee, tea, and cider on the sideboard; gallery owner present and plotting.

[OCD free]

Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

[survivesplague.livejournal.com]

Kyle had some paperwork to shred. He also had a lightsaber to practice with. Combine these needs and you had paper that pretty much just disappeared.

Who needed a paper shredder?

Pixie Dust, Sunday

[notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com]

Eric was spending the day going through the scarves; he'd realised belatedly that he didn't any for the new season -- everything he owned was from last season, and that just wouldn't do.

Don't mind the little gay boy, he's having a crisis of fashion. He's still more than happy to help you with any of your Pixie Dust needs!

Dite's Decadent Delights, Sunday afternoon

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Aphrodite was late opening the shop today, after having lunch with Detective Reese at Cafe Fina.

She raised the blinds, flipped the sign to open, and then raised the blinds in the counseling room, leaving the door between that and the shop open. Sundays was the only day she wasn't taking appointments for counseling, but walk-ins were still welcome.

After a few minutes she stopped and looked around. Something was missing. Something small, orange, and fluffy.

"Hercules?"

When the kitten didn't answer, Aphrodite went searching, finally finding him sleeping in a box on the floor near the storage room. The box had been part of an order that had come in yesterday afternoon, and had been sealed when 'Dite left last night.

Now it was open, with a little, oily, orange kitten sleeping peacefully amid the scratched open and leaking tubes.

"Hercules! That was a brand new shipment of organic vegan personal lube!"

Now it was just . . . plastic and oil and sleeping cat. Ahh, the wonders of kitten hood.

Decadent Delights is open. Might not want to pick up the cat.


(ooc: Link NWS. I blame a certain tweet by thismaskiwear. Post and store is open.)

Park, Sunday, afternoon

[heromaniac]

There was a buzzing in the air as Momoko flew the helicopter around the park. A sudden movement on the ground distracted her for just a moment, but it was long enough in 'flight time' that when she looked back up, the helicopter was heading into some trees. She worked the controls frantically, and managed to gain enough air and speed that she barely clipped the branches, but she wasn't home free - in fact, after just a few feet, the craft began to sputter and fall to the ground.

"No no no!" She jiggled the small box she was holding but the falling chopper was out of range of the remote. She ran closer and managed to catch the machine just before it hit the ground. She checked for any scratches or damage; she didn't want to explain to Reno that she'd broken the toy he'd given her. "That would be an awkward phone call," she muttered, relieved.

It was good, though, and she sent it up again, following with the remote. She shifted her voice a bit: "Kshhh. Roger, base. We are good to go. The alien tree monster appears to have lost interest after catching us in its forcefield. Sending coordinates and continuing surveillance of the planet. Over."



[Open, as the park is. Feel free to join the exploration!]

Theodoric of York's; Sunday Afternoon [ 09/20 ].

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After spending several hours attempting to get gum out of his hair and patch up one of the world's worst bloody noses, Cal realized that, as far as the hair went, it was futile, and there was only one solution.

"I just need a hair cut."

"Oh, hello!" Somehow, Cal managed to find the tolerance for the cheerful demeanor of the woman at Theodoric's. "Are you sure? Why not a nice nail treatment? Pedicure? Full body massage and facial?"

"Just a haircut."

"Oh, we can do some nice highlights. And you've got to try the seaweed wrap."

Cal stared at the woman, just for a moment.

"I have gum in my hair," he said, pointedly. "I just need a haircut."

"Don't get pushy. For all I know, you could have wanted it that way. Who knows with kids these days? Now you just have a seat and we'll get that Fabio hair taken care of right away; you just don't have the build to pull it o-- Oh, my lord, these split ends! What do you do, chew on them?"

"Actually, yeah. I do."

"...there's a five dollar gum-in-hair surcharge, just so you know."

"Whatever, just cut it."

[[ this is my brain when I'm bored at work. Open for all your haircut and spa neeeeds ]]

Caritas [Sunday evening]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

Robin hadn't forgotten last Thursday.

That was why she strode into Caritas resplendent in her Canucks gear, shot Tino a look, and said, "That's right, bitch."

Tino would be spending the night in the back.

[I FORGOT. OMG. FREAKING EMMYS.]

Turtle & Canary - Sunday

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There had apparently been a slight misunderstanding over one of the supply orders G'Kar had placed. Instead of an extra twenty green highlighters, there were two hundred. One zero makes a lot of difference.

Of course, the lowly supply rep G'Kar finally got on the phone after nearly an hour of waiting, couldn't recall them because they didn't have the proper authorization. And no supervisors were available until Monday morning.

So.

G'Kar was stuck with two hundred green highlighters. But, ever the diplomat, he saw an ideal solution to the problem. Hence, a sign.

Special!
Receive two free highlighters* with every purchase!
*applies only to green highlighters

He was sure he would get rid of them all in no time.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Mint Oreo, Pistachio, Avocado

Luke's Diner, September 21 (Monday)

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There were things Lacey could have lived without, really, like discovering the existence of fanfiction.net. (Yes, it'd taken her this long. Shut up.) She could have turned back while it was still safe, but no, she'd had to keep poking through out of curiosity, and then it turned into a fascinating horror, and then trainwreck syndrome kicked in.

The sound of that woman in the kitchen cooking up a storm? That might be the sound of a woman mourning the flaming ruins of her childhood.

Today's Specials
Sweet Potato Fries with Honey Mustard
Pulled Pork Sandwich with Garlic Aioli
Cucumber, Roasted Red Pepper, and Hummus Sandwich
BLT with Applewood Smoked Bacon

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Luke's is open, and Lacey can't unsee it. SHE CAN'T UNSEE IT OH GOD.

[OOC: . . . I have no idea.]