Dite's Decadent Delights, Wednesday

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The goddess of love had gone commando.

. . . Okay, not really, but as she reached for the door to the store, she was wearing a head band and holding a fully armed water gun, filled with a mild love potion to stun the first gremlin she saw.

There was no movement, but her shoulders sagged as she took in the scene. It looked like someone had thrown a party in the store, with take out from Ching Tai. Styrofoam containers littered the floor, along with little cardboard boxes, some still dripping with the sauce from whatever food they'd held.

But the mess wasn't the worst. The worst came when she stepped further into the store and found the artwork. On the wall under the wide open vent was a sculpture made from noodles. It actually was quite artfully done, 'Dite reflected, showing the image of a woman. A tall woman. A tall, blond woman. A tall, blonde woman engaged in . . .

"You perverts!!"

Hearing snickers from the vent, she brought the water gun up and fired.

'Dite's Decadent Delights is open.


(ooc: Fourth day of the war. Again, anyone visiting should watch for flying objects and expect to get hit with . . . something. The inspiration for the noodle artwork came from thismaskiwear, with thanks. Battle will end either today or tomorrow. No OCD and totally open for anything.)

Streets of Fandom, Wednesday

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The days were getting shorter. The weather was cooling down. The leaves on the trees were starting to change colors. The streets were strangely quiet 'cause everyone's away on holiday due to the trip most of the students had taken.

If Castiel didn't know better, he'd say the town looked rather like the end of the world.

It didn't, of course. Nothing was on fire.

Still, Castiel found himself taken with a strangely introspective, almost nostalgic mood, and set out to wander the streets and soak up the strange, natural energy of Autumn.

[ooc: Surely, there is someone around. Open!]

Caritas | Wednesday

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Barney had taken over Fandom. It was all sorts of awesome in ways that none of the other island-dwellers could possibly comprehend. He'd spent the first half of his afternoon breaking into Zoe's office and smoking cigars at her desk until he decided her chair was too lumpy and moved back into his own space. (Also, hers had smelled a little bit like baby.)

Now, back at Caritas, Barney was ready to drink it up--until he was stopped dead in his tracks by there being someone already at the bar!

"And what do you think you're doing?" Barney demanded in a fit of pique at the (upon closer inspection, really freaking tall) giant pouring a drink at the bar. Check that, his bar while that teeny bopper was gone and there was no one but Tino to tell him no. And really? Tino just stood there, not caring since it wasn't Robin trying to takeover. "Bicurious scab-eater," he muttered at Tino as he passed him going behind the bar. "This is not a loyalty-free zone!"

[I have no good explanation for the insane. Slow for prime time TV!]