The Imperial Brim [November 28, Saturday]

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There were things needed to be written down and her personal journal had long been ignored. Irulan flipped the open sign store of the store, settled on the couch and with a recently brewed tea, Irulan proceeded to write on the journal as she waited for guests to appear.

(OCD is still on holiday!)

The Gig, Sunday

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Once again, the horses were stubbornly insisting on staying inside despite it not being actually all that cold.

Though she could have easily bullied them into going out, there was no real reason to do so, so they were in the barn today, Firekeeper and Blind Seer sprawled over a (normally-colored, thank you) hay bale listening to the horses gossip.

[ooc: out most of today, but available for SP.]

Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

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Once again, Kyle was working on a very serious case: cleaning up the office a little. As it turned out, he was very good with a dustbuster.

[OOC: What has two thumbs, no OCD, and has FINALLY found the Kyle Katarn action figure? THIS GUY!]

Caritas | Sunday

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Camped at the end of the bar with a box of fresh and spicy buffalo wings, Adora was devouring them with great enthusiasm. When Tino inquired if she was willing to share, she made a very sad face and offered him her very last drummette.

"Life would be so much easier if I wasn't nice," she sighed, dipping a celery stick in blue cheese sauce before crunching down on it and wishing she'd gotten two orders.

Luke's Diner, November 30 (Monday)

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Lacey was fated, so it seemed, to spend most of the morning at work with the phone glued to her ear -- not literally (not this time -- that had been glued to the TV, thank you, and it hadn't been her fault the cable had gotten knocked loose when she happened to be in the middle of a papier-mache crafting activity) but it felt like it might as well be.

Sure, she kept trying to hang up, but Hank kept calling back, all too intent on talking her ear off with his histrionic, half-coherent at best rants about the end of last night's Grey Cup game between the Saskatchewan Roughriders and the Montreal Alouettes. Lacey wished she could actually sympathize more, but she'd had to watch it on a streaming internet feed, and then her internet connection had cut out with ten seconds to play, the Riders up 27-25, and Montreal in possession at 3rd and 6 with 10 seconds left on the clock. By the time she'd gotten her connection back the game was over and she'd found herself looking at Als players dogpiling each other in celebration on the field.

Besides, it was Lacey. All she'd taken away from the game was that it was very exciting, the end had been disappointing, and ouch, didn't all that tackling hurt?

So if she ended up knocking a bunch of Beaver Buzz into the ground beef again, well . . . it was all Hank's fault. Hank and her flakey internet connection's.

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Luke's -- "Uh huh, Hank." Is -- "I know, Hank, it's awful." Open -- "I'm very, very sorry."