Magic Box [10/5]

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Shira was finally settling into the whole having a job thing; it helped that it involved magic, even if it wasn't precisely like her magic. It was enough that it made coming to work every week an adventure.

An adventure of the good kind, thankfully, as she had yet to have anything happen with the merchandise.

Of course, that meant it was only a matter of time. But for the moment, she was uneventfully unpacking boxes. Yay, uneventful!

Arms Hotel, Wednesday

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Quinn was a little puzzled by some of the preparations the staff was making in advance of the convention that weekend. She got why princesses would need champagne and extra-high-quality linens, sure, but what was with the cases of peas? And why were there vats of something labeled "kraken repellant" all over the deck?

Quinn decided she didn't really want to know.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Home of PrincessCon 2011!
Today's Specials : Roast Pheasant
Princess Cookies

[OOC: Open hotel. The OCD has been released.]

Caritas | Wednesday

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Nathan felt like ass when he wandered into Caritas that night. He gave Tino the finger, bypassed all the fucking booze and dragged a chair into the back room so he could sit there with his huge fucking headache and his misery. Tino left Nathan alone once it looked like he was gonna be the one manning the bar tonight.

Caritas is open and you are free of the rude Irish guy tonight!

The Beach, Wednesday afternoon

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Even with a bit of a chill in the air, the beach remained downright beautiful. While Rapunzel was getting used to wearing shoes, she still felt most comfortable barefooted, and there was something especially delicious about the way it felt when she dug her toes into the sand. Added to the feeling of a crisp, clean breeze tugging at her hair, the sun against her face, the strange salty-tangy smell of the water, the soothing sound of the waves, was the view. Which was still positively breathtaking at times.

Well, it was small wonder that it was Rapunzel's favorite place on the island. Being out on the sand helped her relax and clear her mind of stress and worry.

And it was a good place to meet up with friends! (Though, really, Rapunzel thought that of most places.)

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

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Jessica was running late due to LJ downtime, and it totally wasn't because she'd slipped off the the mainland to find someone to drink. She couldn't help it; she needed real blood, not TruBlood. And as long as nobody knew and she covered her tracks with glamouring, it was fine, right?

At any rate, she was here now and manning the door. She may have just had a birthday recently, but she still wasn't twenty-one yet, woe.


[Flying OCD-free tonight.]