Turtle and Canary -- Friday

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Hope had the cold of doom or something, which was why she'd doped herself up on cold meds before gamely going in to work. As long as she kept busy, she felt pretty much okay, which explained why every single shelf had been tidied and organized and why every single surface was freshly mopped or wiped or otherwise cleaned.

At least her cold was good for something!

Nast Sporting Goods [4/22]

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K-Mart was being lazy at work, which really just meant sitting behind one of the registers with her laptop and playing games.

Because there were only so many times you could move things around on Sean before he started looking like he wanted to kick you, and she'd already hit that. Therefore, entirely too much time playing Farmville it was!

Luke's Diner | Friday

[therewaslife]

Bod had taken his last final and completed yet another semester. Even if it wasn't his first semester completed, it still felt like an accomplishment to him. Couple that with a few other excellent things in his life and he was happily bustling around the diner, chatting with the staff and cleaning up while he got ready to open.

Today's Specials
Almost Famous Broccoli Cheddar Soup
Chicken Parmesan
Strawberry Shortcake

Luke's was open and Bod was suited (aproned?) up and ready to help you!

Fixer-Uppers [all day]

[momslilassassin]

Ben might have been finished with his classes, but he still had his job to do. After giving the shop a quick dusting, he sat down behind the counter with his favorite guilty pleasure: listening in on other people talking about Ender's life. The first conversation he clicked open seemed to be talking about Bean, and so yuck, and he fastforwarded past it, missing a few years of discussion in the process. The voices that came on sounded so urgent that Ben decided to stop here and listen, then go back to the other discussions later:

( Cut for teal deer, gratuitous smugness, and discussions of NPC death. )

Ben took a deep, shuddering breath and clicked onto the final conversation between Anderson and someone he called Major Imbu, talking about Ender and Graff going back to Earth in a shuttle with Bonzo in a body bag in the back, and a quick discussion about the relative "scariness" of Ben's best friend. He'd listen to that one again when he could process more information.

Right now, he rested his head on the counter and tried to breathe, shoving back the waves of fury that were threatening to crash over  him. The last thing he needed right now was one of the telepaths, or worse yet, a relative or Tahiri, to tune into just how dangerously angry he was right now.

He finally sat up, shooed the teal deer away from the window and found a Bluetooth to poke around on. Keeping his hands occupied was a good first step to getting his brain to stop replaying Graff's replies in his head over and over again.

Fixer-Uppers was open. And fine. Really.

[OOC: Content of recordings is NFB. Content stolen with love from Orson Scott Card and with the permission of Ender-mun.]

The Devil's Nest; Friday Evening

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When Maladicta came into work tonight, she'd expected some bad music. Because that seemed to be just what she had to deal with at the club.

But whatever noise that was playing was... different to say the least.

One day she'd have proper music. With violins and haunting choirs that set the tone for a place filled with vampires and demons. Maybe a little thunder rolling in the background. But, for now, she was just going to grit her teeth and deal with the 'music'.