Outside the Radio Station [all day]

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If you thought Jack would have noticed that anything was different this week--including that his clothing had been replaced with things that were more artistically ripped rather than just worn to holes--well, you hadn't spent much time with the pirate.

He was outside the radio station today with his voting box for the radio broadcasters, blasting top forty music: Madonna, Michael Jackson, you know, the recent stuff.

All And Sundries, Sunday

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"Suzanne! Suzanne!" Dolf crowed as he swept up the store that day. His hair was a mess and he'd been fighting earworms for over a day now, and he'd finally just given up. "Suzanne, ik ben stapelgek op jooooou!"

He had absolutely no clue where it came from. Or why the store had been renamed.

Or why his football jersey currently read VAN BASTEN instead of SNEIJDER.

But keeping the songs in was turning out to be terrible for his health, so he just went along with it. "Carriere maken! Totdat de bom valt!"

Today's Squishy Flavours: Doe Maar, De Dijk, Het Goede Doel.

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The Park, Sunday afternoon

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Since it was the weekend and he didn't have to do anything for his circus class, Bozo set up his actual circus in the park. There were a bunch of NPCs standing off to the side as the audience. Some already had prizes (like Mouse Trap! Or Boggle! Or Matt's Chocolate Chip Cookies!) and some of them had remains of shaving cream pies that had been thrown in their faces.

But since this wasn't being televised and everyone loved the Grand Prize Game more than anything else, six buckets had been set up and Bozo had plenty of ping pong balls for anyone who wanted to play for a chance at Bucket Number Six, where they could win a new Schwinn bike and a fresh, crisp, $100 bill!

[OOC: Open to all! For anyone who was deprived and never saw The Bozo Show, the buckets (about the size of a small popcorn bucket) and in a line. You stand behind the first one with your toes behind a line on the ground and have to drop/throw a ping pong ball into each bucket in numerical order before trying to hit #6, alllllll the way down there.

Also, go back in time and watch WGN so that you understand how great clowns can be.]

Sparky-Fixer-Upper-Repairs-I-Don't-Even-Know, Sunday

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Okay. Jim could deal with the fact that all of his clothing had turned into hideous t-shirts and jeans that looked like they'd been frayed on purpose. He wasn't entirely certain what to do with the headband, so he'd left it out of the ensemble (thank goodness), and the elbow and kneepads were...

Something. He wasn't sure what, until he'd reached for his Solar Surfer so that he could take it to work today, and instead of a surfboard equipped with massive sail and a rocket, it was about a quarter of its usual size and equipped with four wheels.

Needless to say, today at the shop in which he worked, whatever it was called this weekend, he was trying to figure out ways to make a skateboard fly.

It was going to be a long day.

[Oooopen.]

Devil's Nest - Sunday

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Isabela was still uncertain what to make of this weekend. Apparently the island had gone insane, or so Eric had told her and she wondered if staying on an island with a mental state wasn't a rather bad idea. Sure, there was some rather fun aspects but getting caught up in someone else's insanity seemed like a bad idea when you were perfectly capable of creating your own kind of insanity. Maybe that was why Bo had run off.

Isabela couldn't fault her if that were the case, not when she was staring with something close to horror at that evening's DJ.