Strokes of Genius, Wednesday (April 21)

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Seriously. Seriously, how had it gotten to be finals week already? It was a very good question, a pressing one even --

And one Katchoo would have been contemplating at extensive, broody length all day today if not for an inexplicable and persistent earworm of "Like a Prayer," and she had no idea what that was all about.

But there was humming going on, and on the bright side she . . . was on the bright side, comparatively. That was a little scary in and of itself. Quite possibly, the entire atmosphere of the store felt off as a result.

[OOC: The OCD is staying home to rewatch last night's Glee multiple times. Slower-than-usual SP highly likely today due to new insane project of doom. Send booze.]

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday, 4/21

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Another note, maybe one of her last few notes, was left for everyone by Dinah: We should do lunch! Soonish. Before we all leave...

Awww. Yeah, this was leaving her mournful.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

Covent Garden Flowers is open. And wibbly.

[and ocd-free.]

Imperial Brim [Wednesday, April 21]

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Bored Jack was bored, and was trying on hats--er, testing the wares. Really.

Mortarboards seem to be completely pointless. The flat part has a dangly bit, and that kept Jack busy for a few moments as he kept swinging the tassel and trying to catch it in his mouth.


The Imperial Brim is open for all your hat needs.

The Perk; Wednesday Noonish. [ 04/21 ].

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Angua was taking a break on her street beat for lunch (a salad) and a coffee (just coffee), which also meant taking a moment or two to crack open her most recent reading material.

Interesting, the shopgirl had said.

Well, interesting was turning out to be a very good word for it. Yet, as interesting as it was, she probably wouldn't mind a distraction from it too terribly. Or a few opinions.


[[ open for all your caffeinated neeeeeeds ]]

MCA Lobby, [4/21]

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Mina was staring at the report she'd received in the post today.

It was written by Rodney Griffin, about his discovery that an organization in France was being formed to be their own version of The League. It seemed there really was a Phantom, not just an alias adopted by James Moriarty.

She worried this meant she would need to be called back for a mission soon. While she would do her duty, of course, she preferred being an analyst in the future to a field agent in her own time.

But she was behind her lobby desk again, willing to help or speak with anyone that dropped by.

[ooc: Open, OCD free, Replying to all pings after I get off work.]

Atlas Gym | Wednesday

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Opening the gym in Beka's stead had seemed like a good idea initially. As expected, Jessi had shown early for her usual classes, but at that point Dimitri had good reason to retreat into his office to field a call from the Academy about some travel plans that needed to be finalized, no matter other issues with his novice.

Dimitri was just stowing his phone in a pocket when he felt the strangest itch inside his ear. Reaching up to scratch it, Dimitri suddenly toppled off his chair and landed in a pool of fabric on the hard floor. Try as he might, Dimitri couldn't seem to grab hold of the fabric to tear it from his head. Annoyed to have his ears pressing against his head, he shook with all his might and popped out from under the shirt.

Hmm. He didn't recall the desk being so high. Or the bag lunch on top of it smelling so good. Dimitri's stomach rumbled. His nose lifted in the air as he sniffed deeply, front paws--paws?--pressing against the table leg before long, sharp claws automatically dug into the wood, dragging him off the ground.

Uh.

This is the part where putting in extra time at work was clearly a poor choice on Dimitri's part. Especially when the door to the office was closed. At least he had that lunch...now, to get at it without his bear bum slipping down the table leg in a laughable manner.

Luke's Diner, Wednesday [4/21]

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Lion-o frowned as he went from table to table. "Hey, what happened to all the salt shakers?" he asked the busboy, who pointed at the cook. The cook pointed back at the busboy.

In other words, it was a typical day at the diner.

Today's Special
Grilled Portobello Mushroom Burger

Cabot and Associates, Wednesday

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Alex was in a very good mood today. She was scoring exams. Her students had seemed nervous yesterday, but she was impressed with the reasonings she'd encountered so far.

Cabot & Associates was open, for clients, for students who wanted to ask about their tests, or for anyone bored and passing by.

(OCD-free)

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

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Graduation approached. Leto was leaving. Things were coming to an end, rather rapidly. Ends were just beginnings, but there was no saying what would lie ahead.

Forgive Alice, as the music in Groovy Tunes today is leaning somewhat towards the sad and wistful.

(ocd-free)

Caritas; Wednesday Evening

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It had been a while since Chuck had been behind the bar at Caritas, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't missed it. Compared to his other job, tending bar was easy as hell. He didn't even mind Tino's presence.

Stark Industries - Wednesday

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Naomi was on time for her shfit, making sure that everything was set up and organized. Once she had made sure that everything was ready, she sat down to go over last minute revision for her History of Medicine final that was in period two.

Stark Industries is open.

The Boards - Richard III, CLOSING NIGHT - Thursday evening

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Now was the winter of their discontent... The last night of Richard III was starting very soon. Still no sign of their errant Director, but Tony seemed to have everything well in hand. Sophie had counted up receipts from Tuesday, and they were doing quite well. The students had certainly given it their all on Tuesday night.

And Geoffrey may have cast them, encouraged them, and directed them, but everyone in the theater tonight had their own reasons for wanting this last evening of the play to go well.

"Thirty minutes, everyone. Our Stage Manager says places in thirty."

[OCD on its way up!]