The Post Office: Thursday [ 08/25 ].

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While Butters was singing to himself while sorting through the mail today, he came across a very exciting letter that was addressed to him! Oh, boy! He figured he should have waited until he got home...or at least off the clock!...to open it, but there it was, sitting there, looking at him, with his name. Butters Stotch. Calling to him.

He had to open it and he discovered a letter from his parents:

"Dear Butters," (it read)

"Your mother and I have been doing an awful lot of thinking. What with everything that has happened in South Park while you were away at camp --your friend Eric tried to harvest the powers of the Hindu goddess Kali and then there was that whole muddy incident with Taylor Swift-- we were thinking it might be safer if you were to continue your education there at Fandom High. Yes, we know about all the monsters and you can be expecting a phone call about your being grounded if you were infected, Butters, but we'll take you being exposed to Lovecraftian terrors over mutant bees any day.

We love you, Butters, and we've very proud of you.
Love, your Parents."

Butters had to read over the letter again to make sure it said what he thought it did. He didn't have to go back and attend Park County Consolidated High School? He could stay here? Really?

Letter and envelope went flying over his head as he threw up his hands and started dancing.

"Yippee!"

The Post Office is open!

MHA Lobby | Thursday | August 25

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Fraser was quietly working on some rental agreements and tenant suggestions today at work. The rental agreements were being tweaked for verbiage and the tenant suggestions were things Fraser was hoping to implement at some point in the future.

Diefenbaker thought all this was boring and was currently sleeping near the front door. He might have even been snoring.

Cabot & Assoc., Thursday, 8/25

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It was still early in the day when Jack typed the last sentence into his brief on the summer's findings and pressed the buttons to print it out. A few minutes of fiddling to put the packet together and drop it into Ms. Cabot's box, and this was it: He was well and truly done with his internship.

All that was left to do was a bit of tidying. He watered the plants, washed his coffee cup, packed it up with the books and papers he'd brought in over the course of the summer, and sat back at the desk to watch the phones and wait for any visitors.

And perhaps spend just a little time playing chess online.

[OOC: Jack's last law office post. Open.]

Caritas, Thursday, 8/25

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"Hey!" There was no one behind the bar. Tino was outside on a 'smoke' break. "I want to be served."

No one seemed inclined to help Kenzi out with that. She frowned. Then climbed up on the bar and dropped onto the other side, helping herself to a bottle of rum. One of the zombies might have been looking in her direction. "What are you looking at?"

The eye wandered away hastily.

Caritas is open! And there is a small hyper person handing out alcohol. And possibly overcharging you, if she doesn't give the booze to you for free.




[ooc: Kenzi will be a new bartender next week. This week, she's just amusing herself. I'll be home to pick up pings in 2 hours. ]