The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday [9/10]

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The stack of applications was still at the front desk. As an additional bribe to get more applicants, Mary had a plate of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies sitting nearby. There were definitely more than enough to go around, so she packed a box of cookies to send to Danny. He may have been living with the food and beverage manager from the Montecito, but Mary didn't think that Delinda was the cookie-baking type.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Orzo with Grilled Shrimp, Summer Vegetables, and Pesto Vinaigrette

Things Reborn, Friday [9/10]

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Harper was feeling inspired today. She'd found an old, worn-looking dresser at the back of the store that wasn't attracting much attention from buyers. She also found a bunch of vintage drawer pulls in a box of random odds and ends. Add some salvaged wood from old shipping pallets, and Harper transformed the dresser into... a robotic-looking chest of drawers. Harper thought it looked pretty cool, though if she had extra time, she would add a coat of bright pink paint to make it a bit more eye-catching.

Things Reborn was open!

Pixie Dust, Friday

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Jenny opened up Pixie Dust on Friday morning and began attempting to deal with paperwork. She turned out to be much too sober to cope with math, and had to apply a generous amount of gin to be able to soldier on. She was planning to reward herself with more gin, and possibly new shoes, once she finished up with this.

The sign in the window still read, NOW HIRING

Pixie Dust is open.

((Thursday and weekend shifts are open, if anyone's interested!))

Atlas Gym | Friday

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Rather than hang out in his office with his plastic airplane, John had brought it out to the front desk where he lounged, feet up, chair attempting to defy gravity with how far back it was leaning. The plane didn't make fun sounds or anything as he flicked its wings and wished it was a chopper so there'd be spinny parts. Lame toy.

John really needed a better hobby.

The Perk, Friday Morning

[intraspective]

Tseng was her hero!

Which would be why Ino had ventured down to the post office today (once they’d called her) to pick up a package and after that it had just seemed natural to head to the Perk for hot chocolate and squeeing over the package and laughing over the note.

She took it seriously, of course, but it made her laugh. The undertones.

( Note is under here, woo! )

After ordering her first hot chocolate of the day (what? of course she was going to have more than one, surely that was what everyone did?) she settled in to examine it in detail and text a few people.

[Tseng’s note written by the ever amazing puppy_fair. Ooopen post though bouts of SP likely as I’m at work zomg.

ETA: That Karla and Ino met and chattered is FB, the content of their convo is NFB, please!]

Trooper Station; Friday [ 09/10 ].

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The stacks of paperwork in the station shifted; it was a faint shift, a subtle shift, as if a window had been opened to a breeze. And then--

A hand shot out from the top, reaching for the empty air above it before curving down to hold on tight. It pulled and another hand joined it, soon followed by a blonde head that gasped for air that wasn't filled with meaningless forms. Once free from the paperwork that had buried her, Angua slumped slightly, resting before extricating herself entirely. She flicked a Post-It away from her ear.

"I hate this place."

She looked around the office a little and realized that she may have been in that paperwork for longer than she'd first suspected. She sniffed, tentatively.

"Friday?" she realized. "I've been in there since Wednesday!"

She grunted as she continued trying to climb out. "I really hate this place sometime..."

But, on the bright side, at least she didn't have to teach that week?


[[ establishing her lack of posting due to my computer fail yesterday, which I still feel bad about, but station is definitely open! ]]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

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Still on her hobby kick, Aphrodite had cleared off the counter and set up a bowl of . . . cat?

"Okay, stay still, Herc. I'm going to sketch you."

'Dite picked up a pencil and licked the tip once before putting it to her pad. With her tongue in the corner of her mouth she began slowly drawing a line, going an inch at a time, curving it carefully to illustrate the curve of the bowl. Concentrating, she drew the bottom, then shaded in the edge. Pleased with her progress, she looked up again to start drawing the actual ca--

The bowl was empty.

"Hercules! I'm trying to draw, here!"

In the end, she had to be satisfied with a nice drawing of a very empty bowl.

Decadent Delights is open. If you come in, 'Dite just might want to sketch you. She won't even make you sit in the bowl.

(OOC: Store and Post open!)

Groovy Tunes; Friday 10

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Delirium had found a couple of magazines, and had been entertaining herself with them for the time being. She had seen Jono playing, but honestly, there was no way she could do something besides leaving everyone in town deaf for a week. Maybe she should get one of those funny looking guitars? She had been earning money, after all.

Maybe she could even buy the game...

Groovy Tunes was open, with Metallica on the background.

[Open!]

Caritas: Friday Night

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Jessica was perched behind the bar, hard at work...polishing her nails. A lovely blood red, of course, to match her cuticles.

From the Causeway to the Town, Friday Evening

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Let it not be said that Genesis Rhapsodos didn't listen to orders.

Eventually.

'Go to Fandom Island and investigate' they'd said.

Send a Turk, he'd replied and gone back to writing out his thoughts on yet another theory about Loveless' missing Act.

In retrospect, Genesis could even concede that an answer such as that had not been the most brilliant he'd ever given. He didn't regret it though.

For one, putting up a fuss had granted him a few more concessions and more information than they'd originally given him. A dimensional nexus, different worlds… that was interesting.

And, with all his extra information, he'd managed to pull a few strings and, if things had gone smoothly, was already the owner of a particular building in town. A business owner, even, which was droll.

He could already predict the reactions back home.

'That wasn't in your mission specs,' they'd say.

"And yet," he replied to his thoughts, a tall man in red leather, walking smoothly down the Causeway towards the sleepy town that was to be his home away from home until they called him back. "You never told me to not."

Which really, they should have known better.

[Establishing Genesis' arrival on the island! Open, of course, if you happen to be around the Causeway area.]