The Gig, Sunday

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This latest round of transformations had skipped Firekeeper because her paid account ran out, something for which she was grateful. She could swear the horses seemed almost disappointed though. Most likely they were looking forward to an excuse for spending another day being belligerent. Instead they got Firekeeper and Blind Seer, both in their usual shapes.

Stark Industries; Sunday [ 09/25 ].

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Butters had only started pushing around his little Matchbox cars on the counter out of boredom today at work. And, like many things did when Butters had a certain amount of freedom and little fear of being grounded, it all just grew from there. The counter wasn't enough space to contain all the high-octane fueled drag racing he was imagining with the cars, and so he started to build ramps onto other things in the shop. And then he had to build bridges to cross spaces in between shelves, and, ooh, some mega cool jumps!

If no one stopped him, the whole place would turn into a sprawling makeshift racetrack for his toy cars, but, being Butters, he would be good and make sure everything was put away by the end of his shift, too.

Stark Industries is open!

[[ oh, look, someone finally managed to post this! Open shop is open! ]]

The Beach | Sunday | Morning | September 25

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There had been some weird stuff going down in the dorms so Percy decided it was time to get out of there for a little while. He'd gone down to the stables and collected Mrs. O'Leary and was now watching her rumble her way down the beach. Occasionally, she'd stomp her way into the water and splash around but she spent most of her time chasing seagulls and chasing the huge tree branch that Percy was throwing every so often.

The hellhound was currently at the other end of the beach, trying to dig some huge hole in the beach that Percy was gonna have to cover up before he left. He didn't need anyone falling into a damn sinkhole if they came down here. With Mrs. O'Leary busy for the moment, Percy was wading ankle deep in the ocean, kicking up water and having a few conversations with any fish, jellyfish, or other ocean creatures that swam close enough. It wasn't anything important but hey, he hadn't done this in a little while and maybe he'd missed the fish.

Shut up. He was the son of Poseidon and that's what sons of Poseidon did. Besides, he figured he might need the help of the creatures in the ocean some day and he didn't want to be hated.

Once again, shut up.

[Beach is an open place, of course. If you're a regular human, you're just going to see Mrs. O'Leary as a poodle! If you're a little more than human, you'll see Mrs. O'Leary as a dark hellhound who's the size of a tank.]

Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Sunday

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Zayne ran into Goodvalor's late. "Sorry, sorry! I hope you were able to get things started without me." And then he saw the specials sign.

Today's Special:
Tardiness

Well, at least they got the special picked out?

[OOC: I forgot to post something before I went out for the day. Oops. No OCD due to tardiness.]

Caritas | Sunday Evening

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Okay, the chicks-as-dudes thing was a little too sexually confusing in a weird way that he wasn't willing to spend too much time on so he decided to avoid the bar tonight. And also he didn't want to hit on students by accident.

Tino it up, people.