Strokes of Genius, Thursday (December 3)

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So Arthur wanted her to teach him how to ride a motorcycle. This prospect, much as it amused Katchoo, was going to be a lot less difficult to pull off without a droid baby to worry about (shut up, she hadn't actually been worried, shut up). There was still the matter of how it'd been a while since she had, but -- just like riding a bike, and all.

And maybe, perhaps, looking through a catalog for a pair of motorcycle boots. These sneakers weren't going to last the rest of the winter anyhow.

. . . and no, the pointy stupid shoes that came with the sudden elf outfit weren't going to be a sufficient replacement. Gah.

[OOC: Oh no! It looks like all the OCD got lost on the way to your computer. Or maybe I'm using it to beat Farmville into submission.]

Turtle & Canary -- Thursday

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It was mildly depressing to have to give up the child she and Azula had been taking care of for two weeks.

On the other hand: freedom!

So it was a pretty perky Maron minding the counter after her first period class, yes.

Today's Squishy Flavours: Caramel, Coconut, Grape Judas

Turtle & Canary is Open!

mha lobby | thursday | december 3

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

Loki had not expected the fucking elf clothing. Sure, it was just the hat and the stupid fucking shoes but they were annoying enough that Loki had thrown them away when they first appeared on him. And then they'd appeared again. And again. And after the fifth time, Loki realized this was a fucking Fandom thing and he was doomed.

So, he was out in the lobby, sitting behind the desk so that only the stupid hat showed. If anyone messed with him about that hat, they'd be finding Loki's fucking fist in their face. Well, if they were close enough that he could reach over the counter because he was not walking around with the elf shoes since there were bells attached and they made fucking noise.

Goddamn island.

The Gig: Thursday [12-3-09]

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It was Thursday, so Helen was at the Gig.

And the horses seemed just as happy to see her as she was to see them.

Book Haven: Thursday [12-3-09]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Millie was enjoying watching the people go by in strange outfits, but was rather glad she wasn't wearing it herself.

So she curled up in a comfy chair while she waited for customers and alternately read and people watched.

Cabot and Associates, 12/3

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

That's right, true believers, Jennifer was hard at work today at Cabot and Associates.

She'd be happy to help you if you came in, of course. But her stray thoughts today were about a certain tall, dark, and gorgeous Zack Fair. So if she seems to be sighing happily and staring off into space, well... we can't print that in a comics-code approved book!

...wait, a minute.

[ooc: Open, OCD less, I'm at work until 7 pm central!]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [12/3]

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

It was totally worth it to arrive a little early at work and catch a glimpse of Gunther in an elf costume. "Love the shoes!" she called out, giggling as Gunther scowled at the little bells on his elf shoes.

She didn't mind it so much when she sat down at the front desk and realized that her shoes also had bells now. Hoshi thought she made a much cuter elf than Gunther.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Kung Pao Stir Fry

[Open, OCD-free but not elf-free]

Rocky Bits, Thursday Morning

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Okay, so Jak liked to go and climb the rocky bits in the morning just to get his blood flowing (and it reminded him of Sandover, and Geyser Rock. Climbing things usually did) which was exactly what he was doing this morning. No gremlins, either! Everything was normal!

... except for the outfit. The outfit was kind of a problem.

Jak's hat had gotten knocked off in three subsequent mini-avalanches, and it kept coming back. The shoes didn't make for a lot of grip. His tunic looked bizarre.

This may be why he wound up back at the foot of the bits eventually, staring up dubiously and scratching the back of his head.

[[ ooopen ]]

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly wasn't in an elf costume. He was wearing a t-shirt that said "this is my elf costume", which wasn't what it had said when he'd put it on that morning, but, hey. Not an actual elf costume.

The kitchen staff, though, they were all in elf costumes.

And they were damn bitter about it.

Thus was Priestly trying to keep one eye over his shoulder as he worked. The expressions on the kitchen staff's faces were the sorts that promised retribution.

Today's specials
Turkey sandwiches with cranberry
Sweet potato fries
Rhubarb pie

Luke's was open.

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

[scruffnfeathers]

Yes, Castiel was wearing a mulberry-delivering uniform an elf outfit. No, he didn't seem to be much concerned by this fact. His sermon was full of fire and brimstone, sound and fury, sturm und drang, weeping and gnashing of teeth. The retribution of the Lord could be swift and furious, angels were warriors, not fluffy bunny things, demons were wiley, man was favored but flawed. It was all very old testament, and Castiel gave it with all the stern, dark, intent, powerful rhetoric at his command while wearing an elf outfit.

The way he jingled merrily when he dropped his chin and spread his arms for emphasis probably detracted a bit. And then his hat lit up with blinking LEDs and played a blippy, beepy version of "Angels We Have Heard On High". And the Cat, which the rebel with the heart of gold had let in in a fit of good will towards his fellow creature, leaped from the choir in full attack mode and tried to eat his pointy shoes. And, well, even Castiel had to admit that it was probably time to stop preaching and get to the part that involved wine.

[ooc: waaaaait for it. . . . And away we go!]

Covent Garden Flowers :: Thursday, December 3

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Vida was not be-elfed, but she had just finished a few holiday bouquet designs for display. Because flowers always made delightful gifts!


Covent Garden Flowers

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

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

[shiroi_tiger]

Inventory.

Yes, inventory had been Algren's activity while at work the last nine weeks out of ten. Yes, the stock had remained relatively untouched that entire time. Yes, he had all of the counts memorized by now.

He was also jingling as he moved from one side of the cases to the other, and he was wearing the most ridiculous hat he'd ever seen, and no matter how many times he attempted to remedy this issue by simply taking the hat off again, he still found himself wearing the same clothing when all was said and done.

And so, inventory.

Inventory, dammit.

[OCD on the waaaay up.]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

Ahhhh, to be dressed as an elf.

This was definitely not on the list of things Jack had expected for today. And he'd started expecting a LOT of things, after two days in a row of craziness. Always expect the unexpected, right?

...Yeeeah. Anyway.

Once the day's theme was established, though, it became easier to expect the various manifestations. Passers-by on the way to work ALSO dressed in elf costumes? Check. Mannequins in the store dressed in elf-like lingerie? Check. Lingerie on the racks changed to all be elf-like? ...No, but good guess.

Jack looked over at a shelf, and then decided not to check.

Well, okay, FINE. His curiosity got the best of him. He walked over, opened up a box, and peered inside... Yes, the blow-up dolls were dressed as elves, too. And now he couldn't un-see that.

MCA Lobby, Evening, [12/3]

[funnyways.livejournal.com]

Mina was in behind the lobby desk late that day, trying not to think of the fact she was wearing an elf costume.

It was undignified, but not as undignified as some things she'd done and worn while gremlin bit.

She would definitely not report this to the League.

[ooc: Open to any and all!]

Caritas; Thursday Evening

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Marshall didn't mind working an extra night a week. He could always use the extra money and it's not like bartending is all that hard.

He did mind, however, being locked in the storage room. Like he was right now. And Tino wasn't doing a damn thing to get him out.

At least not until the shift was over, anyway.

[Hi, I'm Sam. I have a migraine. Mod Tino while I load up on vicodin]