MHA Lobby | Thursday | September 7

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Amazingly, Fraser didn't have any paperwork to complete today. He'd looked several times because he thought he'd missed something but no, he'd just completed it all previously and nothing new had come in recently.

So, Fraser had taken a seat in one of the comfortable lobby chairs with a book and a cup of cider. Yes, cider. Fraser was from the old school and he liked things like cider and warm milk.

Dief was curled up near Fraser's seat, getting in one of his many naps. A deaf wolf needed a lot of sleep especially on incredibly busy days like this.

Devil's Nest [Thursday evening]

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The DJ was cranking the music tonight, but you could hear Jack's anguished cry even over that as he came in for another shift:

"WHY IS THE RUM GONE?!!!"

Good luck getting anything useful from him. He was busy sobbing behind the bar.

Caritas, Thursday evening (9/8)

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"I didn't do it!" Kenzi protested to Tino. Who was still pointedly looking at her. "I am being set up!"

Welcome to Caritas. Which has a lot of soda, fruit slices, garnishes, and ice. But no booze.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

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Alex was busy dusting the shelves at Wellspring Arms today. He figured they needed it, since nothing ever got sold. He was singing softly to himself as he worked, and if anyone listened closely enough, they would realize it was ancient Greek epic poetry.

Wellspring Arms? Open.