Coyote Medicine, Friday

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Arya had made sure the store was bug free before she opened it for business. She was being cautious and part of her wished she could eliminate some, if only to get revenge for being forced to the cabins for the time being.

She missed her hotel room. Don't judge.

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

Coyote Medicine is open.

[Flying OCD free.]

Trooper Station, Thursday (August 12)

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If it's not one thing it's another. First it was those monsters from hell and now it was bugs. She hated bugs.

It seemed like the phones never stopped ringing and as of an hour ago Reese gave up answering the phones. She was going to go out on patrol later but the prospect filled Reese with dread. She did not look forward to hearing the crooning that sounded suspiciously like Celine Dion. Also she had to worry about where she would live until these bug thing blows over.

Reese saw Ralph drop his head on his desk. That was exactly what Reese felt like doing.

"Here." She placed a coffee cup beside Ralph's head.

Ralph raised his head and seemed to be staring at Reese as if she had grown horns or something.

"What?"

Ralph pointed to the coffee.

Reese scowled, "Do you want me to take it back?"

Ralph grabbed the coffee and popped up from his chair, as if Reese was going to steal the cup from him.

"This is why you don't get nice things."


(Open!)

Theodoric of York / Thursday, August 12 / Afternoon

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The events during the weekend left Azula in good spirits. She's never felt better but even so, Azula booked a day in the spa for a day of pampering.

Azula always made it a point to have a day of unwinding in a spa after every campaign. Everyone deserved to unwind no matter how long a campaign was. She smiled as she entered Theodoric of York, it wasn't her spa at home but it served it's purpose.

"I shall start with a massage," she informed the staff.



(For two! But Theodoric open for those who need it!)

'Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

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Because of the situation with the bugs, Aphrodite had zapped a bed into the back storage room and slept there. She'd been able to keep the Stolp creatures out of the suite at the hotel for one night, but not the next. Luckily, the store was a different matter; no Celine spouting bugs here, no thank you!

She had been waiting for some inventory to arrive, and it did, just before noon. Now she was opening boxes and checking lists and putting books on shelves.

The final box was strange, and she didn't remember ordering it at all. But she opened it, finding it contained 25 vibrators. These were different, however, in that they had rechargeable batteries and could be run off an ISB port. Also, they had their own small mp3 player attached, with preloaded playlists.

Intrigued, 'Dite took one out of its packaging and pulled over her laptop to plug it in. Turning it on, she was impressed by the vibrations -- though not by the playlists. She hit the button to skip the song . . . and the next . . . and the next . . .

Then she was yanking the cord from her laptop and throwing the vibrator back into the box.

"If I wanted Celine Dion I'd let the bugs in the store! Who wants to listen to THAT while having sex?"

Decadent Delights was open. No Celine, please.


(OOC: Post and store open. I'm working on my to-do list, but around for tags.Afternoon is SP city. Celine playing vibrator is mythical, so far as I know.)

Things Reborn, Friday

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Harper wasn't sure what to expect when she got to the store. She was thrilled to see that there was no sign of damage from last weekend. Granted, there was an awful lot of broken merchandise in the back room, but that was fairly common for new arrivals at a used merchandise store.

That left Harper with two options: try to fix broken stuff, or mark it down and hope someone else would buy it and fix it.

Things Reborn was open, and all prices were negotiable.

[The OCD is not here because it is missing a few pieces.]

Caritas | Friday

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After one night sleeping in his office, and one night on a cot that simply wasn't meant for a person his height, Dimitri deserved a drink.

Sadly there was no Chuck there for him to chat with, just a too-happy Tino.

Dimitri didn't want to ask why Tino seemed so happy. He was certain the answer would involve TMI. It was better to listen to the zombie's rendition of music that was NOT Celine Dion. It would work out.

Turtle and Canary -- Friday

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It was not a good day for Hope, largely because she had the largest headache known to mankind. She was slowly working her way through A: a bottle of advil and B: a really big thermos of coffee.

If Apu tried anything, she'd slap him, so help her.

She settled behind the counter and prayed for a quiet day.

Today's Squishy flavors: Orange, Green, Red.

[OCD-free -- minus the coffee, this is totally method RP today]