Book Haven: Thursday [3-24-11]

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Millie, shockingly, could be found here at Book Haven. Amazing, I tell you. Who would ever have imagined that!

The Gig: Thursday [3-24-11]

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Thursday. The Gig. Helen. Horses.

Four great things that go well together.

The Rooftops of the Warehouse District, Thursday Night

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Another night, another rooftop, another prolonged bout of lurking keeping an eye out. She'd almost gotten used to it by now -- the eerie, almost preternatural quiet of Fandom's streets compared to the constant chaos that was Gotham City -- but it always left her with the feeling that it was too quiet and something had to give.

When that happened, she didn't want to miss out.

The girl in the bright red and green costume, hints of equally-bright yellow showing when the occasional breeze caught her black cape and made it flutter to expose the inner lining, was grinning so brightly it was probably visible even in the darkness. Nobody had ever told her about the boy who'd worn these colors before saying that being Robin gave him magic, but she'd completely agree if she knew. Just being out here and feeling the weight of her utility belt, the snap of her grappling line pulling taut mid-flight, and the domino mask around her eyes -- that was a thrill in and of itself.

That she clearly wasn't the only one around here who indulged in these nocturnal habits (Huh. Wonder if the roomie's weirded out by my apparently nonexistent sleep schedule yet?) didn't escape her as she crouched on the edge of a warehouse roof peering over the edge with the night-vision lenses in her mask activated. That part was nice; that part made it a lot like home, where some nights -- as she'd cracked to Batman on one occasion and almost gotten a hint of a smile for it -- you couldn't swing a purse recovered from a mugger without hitting a vigilante.

That part made her smile even wider.

Let the boss be grim and serious about work all the time; that wasn't for her. Being Robin, even when the Fandom streets were awfully light on bad-guy butts to kick, was an amazing thing, and she was going to enjoy it for all it was worth.

[OOC: Totally open, though I may be slow until I get home! As always, the fact that the person on the roof is actually Stephanie is NFB. Wait, that's my linkdrop. OH WELL.]

Strokes of Genius: Thursday, 3/24

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Cally was sure there was a reason all of the little wooden poseable sketch models were lined up on the counter when she arrived, in positions that might well have been used as visual aides in the class of Professors Holmes and Watson.

She just didn't want to know what it was.

However, after the third time she'd straightened them all out, gone off to do something else, and returned to find them in an even more questionable arrangement, she gave up and just left them alone.

Even if that foot could not possibly go there without one of the partners being double-jointed or the whole affair occurring in a null-gravity environment.

[Open and wary of gremlins.]

Fixer-Uppers, Thursday

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It was another Thursday at work and Sov was spending the day tinkering with a radio. Yes, they had returned to exploring radio technology, and by now they actually had a pretty good idea how it worked, which was mostly thanks to Tony. There was also an actual non-broken radio playing music in the background. Sov found that this world had quite a lot of songs worth listening to, and they were happily humming along.

[Open shop]

Turtle & Canary; Thursday [ 03/24 ] .

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"Ah," said Apu when Shunsui came stumbling in through the doors of Turtle & Canary that afternoon. "You do still work here, I see..."

"Apu-san ♥! Don't sound so disappointed ♥!" Oh, how he had missed that constant look of disapproval! He fluttered immediately over to the liquor aisle, sweeping up a bottle of the finest sake. "Come on ♥! Let's have a drink ♥. I bet it's someone's birthday somewhere ♥!"

Apu-san was going to not so politely decline.

Today's Squishy Flavours: Buttercream, BERFDAIE CAHK, Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

The Devil's Nest; Thursday Evening [ 03/24].

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Chrono had manage to make a deal with the DJ. He could play all of that strange, somewhat painful pop music at the beginning of the night in the attempt to get people in and dancing; then, at Chrono's discretion, he would try to get at least some much more classy and palatable jazz. He was convinced people would be much more willing to dance to it and, if not, then they could go back to the pop and the bip hop and the whatever else.

The DJ claimed people would only stay because they might be drunk by that point. Chrono pulled out that in the Golden Age, prohibition was law. The DJ countered with the question as to whether or not anyone actually followed prohibition.

Chrono...knew too well the answer to that. "We're still giving it a try," he said, a bit sulkily. "You'll see."

The DJ just patted Chrono on the shoulder and they both went to take their places at the night began.

The Devil's Nest is open!