Luke's Diner, January 25 (Monday)

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There was to be no pie in the diner today. Lacey was going to ban pie for . . . for . . .

Oh, for about a week. Who was she kidding? Her convictions about pie's rightful and basically hallowed place on a diner's menu were going to win out in the end despite her current trauma.

Thankfully the only gremlin she'd had to deal with over the weekend had fled head over heels when she'd tried to offer it advice on how to get along better with other gremlins (what? It had been perfectly good advice, Lacey felt) and she'd stayed barricaded in her apartment the rest of the time.

Now, if only she could figure out why there was bubble wrap around the cash register today . . .

Today's Specials
Turkey and Black Bean Chili
Roast Beef Dip
Cinnamon-Raisin Bread Pudding

NOW HIRING - See Manager for Details

Luke's is open. Hey, can you break a $20?

. . . oh, very funny.

Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

Ender had been around to watch the sun come up that morning, and all that had meant for the gremlins. They had been a threat, and they had been eradicated - but as usual, Ender's mind rejected those absolutes. It had brought him a strange sense of melancholy.

He knew he was dwelling again. But he usually was.

He dedicated himself completely to the work on the arc reactor today, letting his fingers do the tiny work while his mind strayed elsewhere.

[[ open ]]

'Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday afternoon

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'Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday afternoon


For some reason this morning Aphrodite decided to walk to the store. It was a brisk morning, and the cool air reminded her of the two women she'd just left in Alaska. The idea that two of her favorite mortals were among the living once again made her smile. It lasted until she opened the door to the shop.

Destruction awaited her. Shelves broken and on the floor, merchandise scattered everywhere, candy wrappers piled high, garments torn and useless.

( And a lone small gremlin sitting on the counter looking forlorn and worried )

'Dite sighed. "Welcome back to Fandom."

For a moment, she just stared. Then a memory surfaced and she went back to the door and opened it. Pointing into the air, she sent a fountain of pink sparks up, about twenty feet high. Going back in, she closed the door.

"Well, if he shows up, he can help clean up."

Decadent Delights is a mess, but open.


(OOC: Dite's back, you're welcome to come help her clean, though she'll have most things tidied shortly.)

Outside the Imperial Brim [January 24, Sunday]

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Irulan was on her way to the Imperial Brim when she was accosted by one of the many green creatures wandering around. She had avoided them earlier but it would seem her luck had ran out, she brought out her knife and while she was not as formidable as her stepchildren she was still quite skilled.

She slashed the creatures and each one fell at her strike but what these creatures lacked in skill they made up for in numbers.

"This is getting tiresome," she said as another one fell and two more creatures began to move towards her. "I would think you'd start seeing reason now. I'd hate to kill you all."

Then they both lunged towards Irulan with a savage growl and Irulan was suddenly not where she was and without hesitating landed killing blows on the monsters. "It doesn't mean I won't."

(Expecting one but open!)

Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center: Monday

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Worf had spent the weekend doing battle against the gremlins. He was sore, bruised and scratched. He had two cracked ribs and was walking with a limp.

In short: He had the best weekend EVER and was in a happy mood.

Which wasn't much different from his normal mood except that he was smirking a lot today.

The Gig, Monday [1/25]

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Dani brought some gossip magazines and set them up so Kally could look at the pictures while being groomed. "Looks like Brangelina are splitting up, depending on who you talk to," said Dani with a smirk as she brushed Kally's mane. "But can you blame her? I'd ditch Brad, too, if he showed up with a beard like that."

The Gig was open, and Dani would definitely appreciate having humans to talk to.

Book Haven, Monday

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Claudia was totally at work today, despite still being pretty damn sore from Saturday's excitement.

Speaking of which, she was using her time today to work on inventing a Tesla a long range taser.

Look, it just sounded like it'd be useful, okay?

Things Reborn- Monday

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Woo, yay, green ugly thing invasion was over. There was still cleaning up to do.

If anyone needed Mirax, she would be doing just that, straightening up the store while grumbling things about how she didn't get paid enough for this.


[The OCD is still hiding under the bed, but I am around.]

Holiday Grove, Monday January 25th

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There would be no sales or banners, or researching holidays today it would seem.

Today was all about cleaning up the mess that the Gremlins had made. From mutilated and defaced cardboard stand ups of Holiday characters, to destroyed party supplies strewn everywhere, he had his work cut out for him.

Still, he'll help you if he can.

On second thought, there was a sale. A hastily scrawled sign in the window read:

70% OFF CONFETTI

Caritas | Monday

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Adrian had been gone for the weekend, and got back to town only just before his shift at Caritas started. He had enough time to go back to his room at the Arms, drop off his stuff, smoke, have a drink, have another cigarette, and came to work only a little bit late.

"So," he greeted Tino, almost cheerfully, "did I miss anything?"

There weren't words for Tino's glare at that. No words.

The Park, Monday Night

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Price sat on a bench, watching the duck pond with the weary gaze of a man who was all too happy that it was quiet in this park again. He had a cigar in his teeth, not minding the contrast of the cold air and the smoke at all.

Peace was something he always fought for, but hardly ever got the chance to enjoy. As he sat there, he began to thin, not of the darkness behind him, but the future ahead of him, at least temporarily. He'd need a hobby, he decided. Something ridiculous. Something that would make Soap double-take if he ever found out. Knitting, perhaps. Painting. Interpretive dance.

No, he thought, chuckling in the moonlight. Not interpretive dance. There are some things no old soldier should ever do.

[ooc: Open!]

The Arms Hotel - Monday

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Liz was on time for her shift, making sure that everything was set up and that the specials were placed out front before she opened.

Welcome to the Arm's Hotel!
Today's Specials: Spinach and ricotta cannelloni