The Post Office; Thursday [ 07/14 ].

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It was just another typical Thursday at the Post Office for Junior Postman Butters!

"Lu lu lu," he sang, sliding letters into the sorter to send them off to where they needed to go, "I've got some letters. Lu lu lu, you've got some, too. Lu lu lu, let's all get together and mail some postcards, lu lu lu!"

The process might not have been going as quickly as it could, because Butters had a habit of looking at the address of each one, which usually inspired him to shout excitedly to no one in particular about how great it would be to visit whichever place was on the address and talk about all the adventures he could have if he was taking the same journey as the letter.

"Oh, boy, this one's going to Delaware! Why, if I went to Delaware, I could..."

"...I could..."

"...be in Delaware..."

Yup, just a typical Thursday at the Post Office for Junior Postman Butters!

The Post Office is open!

MHA Lobby | Thursday | July 14

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With the weather looking threatening, Fraser was back inside and back behind the desk today. Dief was trotting around the lobby, checking to see if there was anything knew to investigate while Fraser looked through various document, requisition forms, maintenance forms and other odds and ends.

Groovy Tunes; Thursday [ 07/14 ].

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Today was Ariel's first day on her new, less-likely-to-skip-it-on-account-of-adventures day at Groovy Tunes, and she was set to celebrate with a specialize playlist all about Thursday.

There was Asobi Seksu and Morphine and Jim Croce. David Bowie and Pizzacato 5 and even a band called Thursday!

Hey. It could be worse. She could have been working on Friday!

Groovy Tunes is open!

Chopped! [Community Center, Thursday, May 14, evening]

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"Hello, and welcome t' the greatest class ever conceived: Feed Jack Sparrow Weekly!"

Perhaps that was a tad too honest.

"I mean Chopped! A test of your culinary skills, where if I don't like the dish you've made, you'll be keelhauled and marrooned!"

That was not true.

"You will be given three basket of ingredients and a set amount of time in which to make the food! You will make an appetizer with one, an entree with the second, and a dessert with the final! Try not to give me food poisoning!"

Which, given some of the ingredients, was probably not entirely unlikely.

He gestured over to a refridgerator and a pantry. "There are loads of other ingredients, but you must feature each of the ingredients in your baskets, and don't forget to use one even if you think French dressing is disgusting."

He clasped his hands together, chortling in glee. "First round is the appetizer! You have twenty minutes and your time starts...now!"

Cabot & Assoc., Thursday, 7/14

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The first thing Jack did when he got to work today was to make a lot of noise rattling about the wastebaskets, file cabinets, and anyplace else where gremlins might be expected to lurk, in hopes of flushing them out.

None appeared, though he could swear he heard disembodied giggling from ... somewhere.

That done, he settled in for some computer work. Mostly he was searching through legal databases, but he spent some time reading Lifehacker. Apparently there was a lot he needed to do to improve his phone.

[OOC: Open law office, no OCD.]

The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

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Ronan settled at a table near the front of the Perk, a London Fog steaming softly as he waited for it to cool juts slightly.

Setting his laptop, a Macbook Air -- with the Apple logo rather distinctly lacking the traditional bite, if anyone cared to notice -- in front of him, Ronan got to work letting anyone relevant know that he was back on Earth generally, and back at Fandom specifically.


[Open! For visitors, phonecalls, texts, whatever!]

Coyote Medicine, Friday

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Arya took her time opening up the shop, intent on spending most of her shift cleaning the store and re-arranging things. She also wanted to take stock of the inventory, see what she might need to replenish for the upcoming week.

It was going to be a long day.

COYOTE MEDICINE Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services THE MEDICINE WOMAN IS IN. Help Wanted! Now Hiring!

Coyote Medicine is open.

[OCD is up!]