Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center, Friday

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It was amazing Price got into work at all, given he'd been ambushed on the way there by a naughty gremlin.

But after a short stop to pick up some sunglasses and a gigantic tricorner hat (and a long blonde wig), there was someone manning the store at Wellspring Arms. Thankfully, the bite wasn't driving him that crazy.

But it really was odd seeing a 45 year old bearded man dressed as Lady Gaga.

[ooc: OCD free as I gotta split to work. While bitten, Price will only be speaking in Gaga lyrics. I will reply to all tags when I get home!]

Turtle and Canary -- Friday

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Hope had spent most of the previous day avoiding the stupid singing flowers. It hadn't worked.

So she was in a less than cheerful mood as she opened the store. Apu was back to trying to hide on top of the Squishy machine.

Just another day.

Today's Squishy flavors: Annoyance, Blue, Red.

[OCD-free today!]

Nast Sporting Goods [5/21]

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Sean was in a good mood. The flowers hadn't broken anything, Lindsay had survived her first day at work, and did he really need a reason to be in a good mood, anyway?

No. No, he did not.

And so he was behind the counter, feet up again, and reading a magazine.

The Now Hiring! sign was still in the window.

Fast Eddie's, Friday Evening

[life_inshadow]

The staff at Fast Eddie's wasn't exactly thrilled to be hosting a student's birthday party tonight. Kids at birthday parties tended to hang decorations everywhere, order either too much cheap beer or none at all, and generally make a mess. The were too cool for that: They worked at a pool hall, not a Chuck E Cheese's.

Sure enough, when Tara came in to set up, she promptly began taping crepe paper and balloons in bright primary colors to everything as the staff watched with annoyed but tolerant looks on their faces.

Tara ignored their expressions. She needed Kennedy's birthday party to be nice. And, once the decorations were up, she was certain it would be. She just needed to wait for everyone else to get there.

[OOC: OCD in a sec up, I say we party. Grumpy staff lovingly stolen from Alex Karev's birthday party.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday [5/21]

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Mary was working on purchase orders at the front desk, but it was not going very well. She had a headache from having to listen to one of Gunther's rants this morning. He wanted to buy a new deep fryer for the main kitchen. Mary shot down the idea right away because she was reluctant to see what Gunther could do with hot oil when he was in one of his moods.

It also explained how she had ended up making her own lunch with ingredients Gunther would never use.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Wheat-Berry Salad with Grilled Tofu

[Open! OCD-free today.]

Things Reborn, Friday [5/21]

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Harper felt there was no need to change any of the store's displays just yet. Once she had finish her usual opening tasks, she settled behind the register with a copy of East Side Story.

Things Reborn was open!




[OCD-free, since my lunch is getting cold.]

Coyote Medicine, Friday

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When Arya got to the store, she was greeted with more dream catchers. It was becoming a weekly occurrence. It was as if they multiplied over night or something. Arya was going to keep an eye on them, oh yes. And count the number in stock, so she could keep track.

COYOTE MEDICINE Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services THE MEDICINE WOMAN IS IN. Now Hiring! Saturday and Wednesday shifts available.

Coyote Medicine is open.

[OCD is sunning itself on the terrace.]

El Burrito Loco, Friday Evening

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Peter knew this sort of thing was coming. With Walter on the island, 'family time' was bound to happen eventually. Being able to at least pick the battlefield in the form of the Mexican restaurant let him feel a little bit better about the whole situation.

He waited at a table for his father to arrive and join him. Hopefully this would go smoothly. It was a foolish hope.

[ooc: Expecting one, but the restaurant is open to all]

Caritas; Friday Evening

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Damon was happy to find that there was plenty of scotch in the bar this week, and decided to celebrate that fact by drinking a ton of it. While eating pretzels. He felt the two went together well.

Imperial Junke Yard, Friday

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After talking to Kyle on Monday, Marcus had things to think about. Nothing big, mind, just the fact that where he'd come from was the next thing to gone, his chances of finding out what had happened after he'd been executed were non-existent, what with the world, or at least his version of it, having ended. Little things like that.

He thought best when he was working. Work today meant going through every automotive part in the yard, sorting them into 'salvageable' and 'not worth keeping'. Once he was finished, depending on what he ended up with, he might start building an engine.