Strokes of Genius, Thursday (December 10)

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Her head was still full of thoughts of ladies, tigers, idiot kings, sexist archaic crap, and new boots by the time Katchoo arrived at work, and it was really the last of those thoughts that had her whistling occasional broken snippets of classic showtunes around the shelves as she restocked.

Mmm, clunky heels. She was a little sorry about the lack of cookies today, just because she could've crushed 'em under said clunky heels.

She'd have to settle for breaking out a new set of watercolors instead. Oddly, Katchoo was fine with that.

[OOC: Farmville did that thing again where it ate some of my gifts. It took the OCD with them.]

Turtle & Canary -- Thursday

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She was pretty sure the island had gone insane but Maron, having mostly adapted, was of the opinion that if the insanity continued on the way it had been that she was more than willing to deal with it.

Better ridiculous than anything, well, else.

Humming as she idly flipped through a novel behind the counter, Maron settled in for the day.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Red, White, Candy Cane

Turtle & Canary is Open!

Magic Box, Thursday, 12/10

[life_inshadow]

After Tara got to the shop, she took her usual quick walk around to make sure everything was where it should be and see if anything needed to be restocked.

Everything was in its place, but the ceremonial blades and daggers were all candy canes.

This barely registered on the scale of weird for this week, so Tara left the candy cane blades where they were and turned on a CD of new age Christmas music. She was grateful her employee discount would help with her holiday shopping.

The Magic Box was open.

[OOC: OCD stabbed itself with a candy cane. Oops.]

mha lobby | thursday | december 10

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

Loki still had cookies leftover from yesterday. Look, he didn't see the need to cook any fucking thing so when the island provided him free food, he held onto it. So, with his feet up on his deck and some Christmas music (every single fucking station seemed to be playing it constantly) blaring on the radio, Loki was munching on some cookies.

Maybe tomorrow he'd get to the mainland and finally do some fucking Christmas shopping. Or maybe he'd just give everyone a macaroni sculpture. One or the other.

MST3000, Thursday Night (After Play)

[chosehumanity]

Like last time, the front end of the theatre had practically been attacked by a mountain of sweets. And tea. (And coffee, but Mitchell occasionally enjoyed focusing on the tea, as long as it wasn't chamomile, drink of the devils and heathen and whatnot)

The film of the evening? Farewell Lenin ('tube link) Mitchell thought it was a good choice, honestly. Show a bit of the aftermath.

Which was why he greeted anyone arriving with a quick bit of babble about the world after the Second World War, Stalin, and the Germans and how they coped. "Bit of a change for the previous generation," he said, "Tearing down the wall. But don't let me spoil you. Hurry on in."

The Boards - LAST NIGHT OF PERFORMANCES! - Thursday, 12/10

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So far, so good. Nothing had exploded, no one was a beaver, and there was not a single ice rink to be seen. Maple syrup was absent, was any other unfortunate substance. No one tasted like anything specific--

This might in fact be a production without something going wrong, though Geoffrey wouldn't even quite think the thought for fear of jinxing it.

...little did he know, of course.

[ocd up!]

Stark Industries: Thursday

[memberslonely.livejournal.com]

Lindsay was at her desk this morning writing out checks to local homeless shelters.

It was the spirit of the holidays that was motivating her. Not anything that happened over the weekend.

Really.

Any distraction would be welcome at this point.

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly entered the diner that morning to find the kitchen staff at the counter with a set of bongos, all wearing black turtlenecks and snapping their fingers at him.

Priestly rolled his eyes and walked right past them into the kitchen -- only to discover that at least part of why they had enough time to make up bad spoken word poetry was because all the knives had been replaced with candy canes. So he came back out with a head of lettuce and declared it "Salad day!"

The busboy snapped. The cook glared him down.

Today's specials
Any salad, half off!

Luke's was open.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [12/10]

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Once upon a time, one of Mary's former employees had arranged a display of of knives on the wall behind the front desk as a gift. It had been a little creepy, but Mary wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Still, it was rather disconcerting to get to the front desk this morning and find that the wall of knives was now a wall of candy canes.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Chocolate Cheesecake Candy Cane Bars
Peppermint Bark

[Please hold for some extra OCD in place. The ballroom thread is locked to Mary and two others.]

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel stood before the congregation today looking very serious. "I would like to speak to you," he said, "about love.

"I must admit, I have little experience with and thus know very little about romantic love, that which seems to preoccupy most of your minds. I'm far more knowledgeable about paternal love and generalized love." He went on to explain that, as an agent of the Lord, the paternal love his father gave him lead him to the generalized love he had for all of God's creatures -- but that didn't necessarily mean he wanted to copulate with them, did you see what he meant? And while he might certainly be flattered by another's attentions upon him, he didn't seek it out, and while he's certain you're all wonderful people, even if you are demons -- or you know, cats or hunters or infected with blood that gives you horrifying powers that could destroy the world or, say, atheists -- you may perhaps find better luck elsewhere. It's not that he doesn't enjoy your company. Not in the least. It's not you at all. It's him. And he's sure you'll find the right person someday, if not in this world, then perhaps the next. They'll likely understand you better, there.

[ooc: I swear, I just open the post-entry box and this stuff just . . . spills out. IDEK. OCD is up!]

Atlas Gym | Thursday

[guardian-god.livejournal.com]

Hiding wasn't Dimitri's way. He was a Guardian and could kick the average ass six ways to Sunday. But don't think he was above scheduling Jessi to never ever be in the gym when he was. Ever.

Especially after she burst into his office trying to get her striptease on and telling him she really dug the widowed cowboy routine. When no amount of promising he was neither a cowboy nor a widower got Jessi to put a shirt on, Dimitri had forced an end to the situation and removed her to Brandi's custody in the cycling room.

Some people needed to separate the events of the previous weekend from those of real life.

[Open but OCD-free for the lazy!]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

[shiroi_tiger]

What was this?

Algren? In a good mood at work?

Say it isn't so!

And yet, there he was, poking through some paperwork and smiling to himself. And if that was because of certain weddings that he'd witnessed over the weekend...? Well. He wasn't telling.

[Open!]

Pixie Dust, Thursday

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Elena was just girly enough to be happy about the shipment of shoes that came in. Look, there were Prada slingbacks and Miu Miu sandals. This was a good day.

(Open! OCD-free!)

The Gig, Thursday Late Night

[exconnextdoor.livejournal.com]

Kris Furillo had been a bit of a nomad for the past six months. That's what happened when one was kicked out by their sort of adoptive family. Not that Kris blamed them. She screwed up royally and lost the only family she had known. The only family that made her feel welcome.

( So she spent the past few months slowly moving eastward. )

[Just establishing Kris's arrival, since it's late. But she will be getting out later!]