Book Haven: Thursday [12-2-10]

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Today Book Haven was having a number of holiday sales. Come on in and get what you need!

Millie's around to help out!

The Gig: Thursday [12-2-10]

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It didn't take Helen long to get all of the barn chores done. She and the horses went outside for a bit, but mostly they were inside the warm barn, while Helen read. Sometimes she read out loud to the horses, who, oddly enough, seemd to enjoy that.

Magic Box, Thursday, 12/2

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Tara had enjoyed walking to work in the light, drifting mist of snow.

It was only when she unlocked the shop and noticed the "snow" on her jacket wasn't melting that she tasted some and figured out it was powdered sugar.

She knew the shop floor was going to be all sticky by the end of the day from people tracking sugar in. But at least it looked pretty. She brushed the sugar stuck to her into a trash can and went about her day.

[OOC: Open shop, OCD is out making a sugar angel.]

Groovy Tunes, Thursday, 12/2

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Christian ignored the snow as he got to work. He had a Christmas display to set up!

He sang softly as he arranged evergreen branches and lights about the shop. He hadn't done any shopping yet, but he was determined to make it a lovely holiday season.

[OOC: OCD is hiding from the Xmas onslaught. Open shop.]

Nast Sporting Goods, Thursday [12/2]

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Lindsay brought her mp3 player with her to the store today, listening during quiet moments. She mostly was going through the holiday music she had on there to determine what was going on the CD she planned to make for Rinoa. After going to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra show yesterday, she had to include a few from them as well.

Not only was this distracting her from working, it was also distracting her from thinking about what happened over the weekend. That was a good thing.

[ocd free!]

Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [12/2]

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Ellie was somewhat busy today. Between taking phone calls and rolling her eyes at Gunther, she was going over the choreography she and Ariel had been working on for their duet later today. She was trying not to think about how nervous she was.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Pan-Roasted Chicken with Prosciutto, Rosemary, and Lemon

[no ocd today]

Fixer-Uppers, Thursday

[the_merriest]

Okay, she might not be happy about it, but Rikku had to grudgingly admit that snow was pretty. Especially when it fell in huge, pristine flakes, dancing through the sky, and -- hey, hang on, those weren't snowflakes. That was powdered sugar.

Rikku supposed she could be okay with powdered sugar-snow. But why couldn't it fall on some day that was warm and sunny? It wasn't like powdered sugar-flakes were going to melt.

Anyway. Fixer-Uppers was open, and its proprietor was trying to get into the spirit of this world's nifty holidays coming up. The desert girl still didn't like the cold, dang it.

Turtle & Canary, Thursday

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Work. George was here. That was all the effort she had intended to putting in to it, today. Except there were all these boxes here and displays that were supposed to be set up. More Christmas stuff? Seriously?

She dug out the box cutters -- she was here, she might as well -- and cracked open the boxes to discover lots of blue, instead of the predicted red and green. A little investigating revealed she had the wrong holiday entirely; most of the stuff inside was for Hanukkah, although the contents of the box couldn't decide if it was spelled with a C in front or not. Really, George would have thought spelling the holiday's name right was something companies might want to get down.

The chocolate coins, she had to admit, were pretty good. She had no idea where to stick the candelabras, though.

Turtle and Canary's was open, and celebrating (C)Hanuk(k)a(h) today. Just don't ask George to pronounce any of this shit.

Squishie flavors: Latke, Festival of Lights, Red

Strokes of Genius, Thursday (12/2)

[onlymistaken]

A riddle: what do you get when you combine powdered sugar falling from the sky with eighty-plus kilos of muscle and fur?

Answer: the words "Noooooo, doooooon't shaaaaaaaaaaake..." in extreme slow-motion, and an extremely tasty art supply shop.

If you needed her, Cally would be DUSTING ALL THE THINGS. Nana, on the other hand, would be happily licking her paws by the door. Or possibly you, if you didn't move fast enough.

[Open and OCDless!]

Caritas; Thursday Evening

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Wallace was taking advantage of the sugar snow tonight by using cupfuls of it to top his alcoholic hot chocolate. Sometimes Fandom really came through in a good way.