Cabot and Associates- Tuesday

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Hermione had gone back home for a visit last week, and while it wasn't the first time she'd done that lately, it also wasn't the first time she ended up feeling homesick when she got back to Fandom. Maybe that meant she should start thinking more seriously about how much longer she wanted to be here.

That was going to have to wait till later, though, as today she had to catch up on everything she didn't do last week thanks to not being here. Sigh.

Goodvalor's Little Bivoli- Tuesday

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Annie was maybe looking forward to tomorrow, when she could relax a little. It felt like the last couple months had been full of one thing that needed her attention after another, and with homecoming and Halloween done, she might get a bit of breathing room.

Luckily work was helping with the relaxing thing, because...

SPECIALS
LEFTOVER HALLOWEEN CANDY

What, were the droids going to eat it?

The Boards, Tuesday, All Day

[furnaceface]

Work. Jonothon had found work here at the Boards, and a place to stay, both of which he was going to count as a win. And, while yesterday was Halloween and he could very well have just dug through the costumes rack for something to wear in an attempt to enjoy his favourite holiday, he'd opted to mostly just sit low. Take some time to himself. Get his bearings again.

Sitting low hadn't really done much for him, and so today he was going to attempt his other tried-and-true coping method, burying himself in busy work so that there wasn't really much of a chance to think about things. There were floor plans to be drawn out, for the sound booth, for the recording booth. There was so much rewiring to do through the entire building that he barely knew where to start. There were catalogues to rifle through, picking out the best equipment at the most reasonable prices, Troy's generous rich friend back home be damned. Jono wanted to work in a place that could set a budget and stick with it, thank you. If he had his say in the matter, the Boards would be self-sufficient as soon as possible.

He'd be busy for a while.

The front door was open a little, Jonothon had done epic battle with the office computer in order to get it to play on the building's existing speaker system, and a Pearl Jam playlist was playing from Youtube at a point on the decibel scale that was probably detrimental to human hearing. Because some things never changed.

[Open!]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

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Mary was exhausted by the time she reached the front desk. She had pitched in to help the housekeeping staff move all the mattresses that were blocking access to the fifth floor. But once they finally cleared a path, they ran into another issue. None of the doors on the fifth floor would open, even when Mary used the hotel's master key.

So now Mary was calling around to find a locksmith, preferably one that didn't mind working with temperamental doors with a mind of their own.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials
Baked Macaroni and Cheese
Chicken Noodle Soup
Oatmeal, Cranberry and Chocolate Chunk Cookies

[Open! The OCD got locked out.]

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

Okay, so George was late. If you thought she was going to make up for it by working hard or something ... then maybe you hadn't ever met George?

She had dressed up for Halloween. That was about all the effort she was going to put into caring about things for today.

Groovy Tunes was, in fact, open, and George might take a nap.

(... LJ, I can't post if you keep effing logging me out. ocd-free, but open.)