Strokes of Genius, Wednesday (May 5)

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Katchoo had dodged three mariachi bands on her way to work, not being in the mood to deal with any of them. She wished Clocky hadn't stayed home today, or she'd have sicced the damn thing on them just for the fleeting visceral satisfaction. Her feelings about the last few days were considerably mixed, and the ingredients in that mix were dubious and wildly varied.

Once she got to the store, she turned on a Griffin Silver CD and slouched behind the counter, poking absently at a cup of drafting pencils on display near the register. No idea if Arthur would come in today or not (feeling she knew him well enough to make a guess, she suspected not), but someone had to poke at the supplies on the counter on a Wednesday, dammit.

Last Wednesday shift for a while, even.

God, this was all depressing.

[OOC: I was sleepy enough a while ago to actually walk into a wall. The OCD fell and rolled away out of reach upon impact.]

The Gig | Wednesday | 5/5/30

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Gwynn was at the Gig.

She was very happy to be at work as she had been afraid that she would never see the place again after her father and Phillip got done ranting and telling her that she would be going back to England.

Only, she hadn't and now she was keeping herself busy for all that she was worth. The horses noticed her hyper mood and were happy to follow her around and get under foot with her.

Of course the Mariachi band that showed up that morning to serenade her for a little bit had her shaking her head.

The Gig was open.

Luke's Diner, Wednesday [5/5]

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Lion-o wasn't sure why the mariachi band had shown up at the diner today. However, he was glad that they stayed because it actually got the cook and the busboy to relax a bit. The usual barricade at the kitchen door even came down so the cook could watch the band perform

Today's Special
Carne Asada

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Centre, Wednesday

[intraspective]

Ino had, somehow, found herself stuck with a mariachi band on the way to work. Or two. Maybe three.

She wasn’t entirely sure how many of them there were, really, but there was always at least one. Standing on the stoop to the store, Ino raised her eyebrows at the wee band in a silent attempt to get them to go away.

Naturally, that didn’t work. With a sigh, she shooed them away with a foot and darted inside...

Only to find another wee band already in there.

Ino, despite herself, had to snicker.

“You win,” she said dryly, and went about the business of opening the store as they merrily played.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

Imperial Brim [Wednesday, Cinco de Mayo]

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Jack was behidn the counter for the start of his shift. Not even the mariachi music could lift up his spirits.

He was wearing his mortarboard (but not the gown), anxious as to what would would be happening with his life now that he had graduated.


He was also eyeing the "Now Hiring" sign and wondering if he should put that up in the window.

[Imperial Brim open!]

Imperial Junke Yard, Wednesday

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The sensible thing to do would have been to ignore the rats. Or find an exterminator, or a pack of terriers, or a really nasty cat. Sensible wasn't getting a look in, at least not today. Marcus had an entire junkyard full of parts which he intended to make use of. Anyone around in the very wee hours would have heard strange noises emanating from within.

Soon an elaborate construct had taken shape, far back in a corner, away from the gate. Having set it up, he left while the sun was climbing high in the sky.

When he returned some hours later, the holding cage was full of rats. They looked normal enough, but they were squeaking angrily and glaring at him. Of course, now he had to figure out what to do with a cage full of rats, but that was a problem that could wait for later.

Winning a war against a pack of vermin wasn't exactly something to brag about, but it didn't stop him from being satisfied they were trapped. It wasn't until much later, when he was finally finishing up the radio, sitting in the shed on the world's ugliest couch, that he looked up to realise the rats weren't, in fact, trapped.

Somehow, they'd escaped and were now arrayed along the top of the walls, in the gap under the roof, staring down at him. They were utterly silent and utterly still, teeth bared and beady eyes glittering red.

This...wasn't good.

One hand tightened on the radio, the closest thing he had to a weapon. His finger brushed the switch and suddenly music blared out of the speakers: loud, almost off-key children, yodelling about a mountain man and his goats and his quest to find a wife*.

The rats shrieked and fled, the terrible noise too much for them, running as fast as they could out of the junkyard and far, far away.

Marcus flicked off the radio and set it down.

He really, really hated this island.
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*IT'S A VON TRAPP! Tips hat to the Skywalker clan.

The Perk; Wednesday Aftenroon [ 05/05 ].

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Angua was taking a little bit of a coffee and biscuit break and begrudgingly attempting a letter to Carrot with the aid of her Gooseberry, which was always guaranteed to be an interesting experience.

Of course, it was also helped along by the mariachi band that kept playing whenever she tried to dictate anything to her cellular imp.

"Is that really necessary?" she asked, turning around to affix a glare on the band. Not effective enough, and apparently it was necessary, because they just met it with more bright music.

"Ugh," said Angua.

"Would you like me to save this song to a personal ringtone, Insert Name Here?"

"What? No, why would I--" But considering that the imp's head was already bobbing along happily to the tune, she figured it probably already was, and she sighed. "What would be the point?" she asked. "I only have three people on my personal contacts, and one of them was a mistake. And only one ever actually calls."

"Then I'll put it on that one!"

"So, every time Carrot calls, I'll hear," glare, "that?"

"That's right, Insert Name Here."

"Good grief. Well, at least he'll be happy that it's Cultural..."


[[ open for all your caffeinated neeeeeds; this is what my brain comes up with during long walks on nice days; never anything actually, you know, productive...]]

Caritas; Wednesday Evening

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Yeah, like Chuck wasn't going to hang out in a bar on Cinco de Mayo. The mariachi band was jamming with the zombies, there were tortilla chips on the tables and tequila was half off. Tino and Chuck were lining shots up along the bar because they figured if it was going to remain quiet like this they might as well get hammered for entertainment.

Atlas Gym - Wednesday

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When Beka got to work, there were a group of people playing music in a corner of the gym. Their hats were strange, but Beka let them be. The music was cheerful even if she'd not understand a word of what the cove was singing.

She tried after a while to see if they'd be interested in working out, but she understood as much of what they were saying as they did of her. So Beka led them be. Even when Jessi came stomping out of her classes and shouted at them, "I can't work like this! I'm going home."

Twas quiet in the gym until the doors slammed shut once more and instantly the coves started playing again. Beka wished she knew what they were singing.

Spandex rosa Jessi es la musa de esta canción
Si ella era tan dulce como ella era justo
Pero su Tae Bo no traerá impresionar al hombre de sus sueños
Así que voy a enseñar sus clases y volver a casa sola

[I know no Spanish at all, it's all google translations.]

The Fourth Dimension, Wednesday Night

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Karla Mistress Mayhem silently passed through the walls of the gallery, wrapped in sight and sound shields so no hint of her presence could be detected. She stepped carefully on air, hovering several inches above the floor where, no doubt, Sophie had installed pressure plates to protect her gallery. Cameras roved back and forth, but couldn't pierce the veil of her Craft.

Sneak sneak sneak sneak sneeeeeeeeeeeak sneaksneaksneak

The best thing about aural shields? No one could hear you humming to yourself.

The gallery was like being inside a treasure chest. Beautiful gemstone carvings sat on marble pedestals, just waiting to be approached and admired. Beams of light crisscrossed all around each pedestal, but Mistress Mayhem passed through each without fear--her shields wouldn't trigger them.

After a moment of thought, she decided that five carvings would be enough--she only had a small backpack, after all, and it wouldn't do to be greedy. A small shield around each protected them from harm--though she'd vanish the backpack if any real danger threatened--and she swiftly chose the five loveliest pieces to take with her. In each place she left a small bag of rocks from the beach.

And then she was gone, then entire process taking maybe ten minutes. Not a pressure plate had been pressed, a laser interrupted, or a trace left behind.

She slipped out of the building, dropping the shields as she did so, exulting in her daring plan.

Unfortunately for her, Mistress Mayhem was unaware of two things. First, Sophie had installed heat sensors on all of the pedestals, so if anyone got too close, they'd trigger a silent alarm in the Fandom Trooper Station.

And second, she was being followed by two shadows, neither of whom intended to let her keep her prizes.

[Fourth Dimension modded with permission. NFI. For the vigilantes and the Fandom police, please]

The Park, Slightly Later Wednesday Night

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All right, it was pretty hard to run in the catsuit. Karla had foreseen the difficulty of wearing heels and had opted for a pair of comfy black flats, but she hadn't thought far enough ahead to realize that running in leather that tight was harder than it looked. Funny, she didn't remember any problems with doing random backbends in this thing during the crazy weekend she first wore it.

Figured.

Since Dinah and Momoko--err, TK and Hyper were gaining and would be on her in a moment, Karla decided to change tactics. Rather than continue running, Karla darted to the center of the pond, disturbing the flamingos as she went, and then turned to face her pursuers.

"Do you dare face me?" she trumpeted. "Me?! The Mistress of Mayhem?! This is your last chance, girls, to turn around and go to sleep before I unleash my mayhem-inducing fury! Mwahahaha--" Her decidely evil laugh was interrupted by a coughing fit. "That's harder than it looks," Karla said, surprised.

( The things she did for friends, really. )

[For the interruption by Fandom's finest!]

Trooper Station, Wednesday Night

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The first spot of real coppering and it involved three teenage girls in costumes that probably would be a bit more at home at the Pink Pussycat Club than for getting into fights.

But Vimes wasn't really about to let that stop him.

All three were in the interrogation room--they had a room just for that!--with Vimes sitting across from them, waiting patiently for someone to talk.

[[for those ladies]]

Stark Industries - Wednesday

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Naomi was on time for her shift, she was trying hard not to think about the fact that is was going to be her last one before she left Fandom.

She busied herself in making sure that everything was set up and organized before she opened.

Stark Industries is open.

The perk - wednesday evening - 05/05

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Geoffrey probably should be drinking his coffee at home, from his coffee pot, but he'd wanted something a little more fancy as he pawed through his scripts and tried to figure out how what he should do for the summer.

[for one but open]